With a grin sprung over her face, she walked through the hall at a lite willed pace,

Without a care in this world she bounced and shook her brown colored curls.

She is one of them girls who watch your every move, waiting for you to make a wrong move.

Hair and makeup always done,

Her and her posses always open their legs at party game.

Yeah she’s one of them girls.

She’s one of them girls who use slang that to me would go down in bangs if I were to ever use such things.

She’s one of them girls who always wear pearls,

And don’t like to be touched, afraid there hair might get messed up.

She one of them girls who think the world should put them first.

Yes she’s that kind of girl that until you look at the soul beneath all the hate

[And polish] you won’t see a thing.