You hate her, You wannabe her

 You Hate Her, You Wannabe Her
~ Miss A.

There she goes again,
Enlightening the path behind her
Going in her flow, tip-toe.
Oh!  Who's she again?
Stop her, where's she heading for?
Try on hittin', but she has a sense of wit underlying.
You'd try to compress her, make her belong,
Oh! That... "Don't make me hate you more".

Who's she again?
What did she do to get here?
Oh! What a slut!
Impeccable imprecations all prejudiced.
'Cause there's no way you'd know ever her inside.
You spill shit, before you open up your mouth,
You'd shout, she's rushing, making her way,
The path clears on its own, she can't be sabotaged.

For after-all, you're wearing fabric,
And she's wearing art.
You're taunting curiosity,
She's teasing drama.
You're haunting fear,
She's ensembling pain.
And you know you'd end in vain,
When she's moving a pawn in her game.

Oh! you but wanna silently be her,
The miles to reach, but somehow you can't.
Oh! you hate her,
She's better and you know that.
She's minding her business, creating her line,
You can only move in her lane.
Time's up, she'll move by,
Oh ma douce souffrance.

What? Who's she again?
No-one without crimes moves like that.
What? Oh! She's a bitch...
Never in one's nature, can one dance like this.
But Oh... She's a showstopper, she's moving,
And she moves her pace with a roar.
If this was a jungle,
Then you'd be but a boar.

You sing and everyone here feels deaf,
But she sings crap, and it's a melody.
You dance and then you lag,
She dances like a queen.
And then someone said it right...
Boys will be, boys will be, boys will be boys,
But girl, you'll be a woman soon.
Si girl, you do deserve a medal.

Received in secrecy she won't showoff, 
She hides it well in her pride
You can do nothing about her and yourself
Sour grapes buddy, tighten up your tie.
Pink and blue and green and white,
Don't you put up a lighter, she's a dynamite
She's vibing and vibing and grinding all this time,
Don't you grit up your teeth like, she ain't mine.

There my mama, masquerading a smile,
Radiating, above all her simple lies.
No pretense, she's born to go wild,
Unaware of, what they call orange crimes.
Cocktail or mocktail or any-tail on lime,
May holy lord bless her kind...
You create boundaries, she's crossing a line,
So much; you hate her, you wanna be her.

P.S. > Danse when you've finished reading this!!!