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[schnikes]

With scarlet gloves
And jewl lite crowns
Here comes our queen.
With a smile so tempting
And eyes so untrue,
No one understands
What is like to walk
In the high heel steletos
Of the schools beauty queen.
Her smiles screams perfection
And her eyes...
They never say a thing.
She so hard to read.
With an ocean of tears
She always has her smile.
With scarlet gloves
That start to rip
And a crown of jewls
That shatters on the floor...
Here comes our queen
Here comes imperfect perfection.