Miserable Models

I wonder where gorgeous women hide their secrets
That’s one thing I'll never know
Maybe next time I see a beautiful woman

I’ll ask

I’ll ask her if she knows she is beautiful
If she tries everyday to look the way she does
I’ll ask her if she ever trips on the stairs when she exits a bus

Or if she rides the bus

I’ll ask her what she likes to do in her free time
I’ll ask her if she believes in true love
I’ll ask her if she thinks it’s possible to develop beauty over time

Or if you’re just born with it

I’ll ask her why she’s on this street with me
And how exactly she got to this place, at this time
I’ll ask her if life has ever taken her by surprise

Or if she’s simply walked over everyones' heart in her Stilettos

I’ll ask her how she gets her teeth to be so white
And her face to be so flawless
Her voice to be so demanding

And her stride to be so calculated

I’ll ask her how she gets her skin so tan
Her thighs so thin
Her hair to be so luscious and long

And how she looks so confident in this intimidating world

But first I'd ask her:
“What's you’re name?”
“How’re you feeling?”

And “Why do look so sad?”