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[empath_wiggin]

She's been in the bar all day, other than the fifteen minutes that she took to go ransack her room for something. She's now still at the bar, nose deep in books. About eight of them, in fact. They look rather boring, but she's making furious notes on something, bopping along to an MP3 player that she retrieved with the books.

Why would a fellow want a girl like her
A frail and fluffy beauty
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A solid girl like me
She's a frothy little bubble
With a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm!
Oh, oh why would a fellow want a girl like her
So obviously unusual
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A usual girl like me
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink,
But not any pinker than a rose is
Her skin may be delicate and soft,
But not any softer than a doe's is
Her neck is no whiter than a swan's
She's only as dainty as a daisy
She's only as graceful as a bird
So why is the fellow going crazy?
Oh why would a fellow want a girl like her,
A girl who's merely lovely,
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A girl who's merely me.
What's the matter with the man,