Pompous pretty girl

If I had wrote you a song,
To make you understand,
Maybe then you would,
See me more than a friend,
I'd bend my back everyday,
So maybe you'd look my way,
But, now all I can say,
Is what a mistake I had made,
You wore designs with glitter,
Wore eye liner, drank liquor,
The only thing sicker than your bitter mood,
Was your own attitude,
And you'd never say hey,
Bother to know my name,
It's a shame I can see it now,
How you're so conceited,

I see your lip gloss,
Smearin' yo face,
And your walkin around,
While the guys chase,
And wearin' short shorts,
So you can show off your *ss,
Everytime you walk in class,
Ya spray tanned,
Panned down to your thong,
So anybody that looks,
Might get turned on,
Behind your make up,
And cute mini skirts,
I bet that it hurts,
Just to know you were wrong,

But you don't see,
(No you don't see,)
You're not in the lead,
(That you're not in the lead),
But you guarantee,
(Oh, you guarantee),
That you're way out of my leage