you're so vain.
from the moment she wakes up to the exact moment she goes to sleep, there's a mirror there. she wakes up and sees herself. she's out of shape, her hair looks bad, the eyes ere purple, she looks tired, worn out... she covers her eyes with make up, dresses up in clothes that hide her body, combs her hair tightly. still, she feels far from the ideal type a guy like him could ever want to have.
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she thinks of him, the way he behaves himself timidly, the way he laughs loudly, the funny and sincere things he shares with people but, mostly, his eyes, his body, his hands that she'd wish to have around her waistline... and she wonders if she ever have the chance to be with someone like that. maybe for her own vanity. just to show off, to get the other girls so jealous of her. along these years, she'd always try to be content with whomever life handed her but she was never able not to wish for "more". she always played that part that said other things are much more important than these futile values society imposes us today. but she's human and if the she never had these vanity crisis, she'd be from mars or some other distant and barely unhabited planet. he was way out of her league. she knew it and she couldn't help it. she can't help it.
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her eyes roll and suddenly she's acting like a clown merely for the fact that he's around. she feels like sixteen again. and she's nervous, almost pulling her hair out! how can this be? how can somebody afect her like that? she had given up on most things about human relationships but this was much more animal and vain. this was instinct associated with the vain society logics. this was about the hormons. eventually they would catch her, right? and they did.
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bathed in her own vanity, she dreamed of it whenever she'd sleep, right after facing herself in that mirror. she knows still she'd never get that chance but they say dreaming comes free. and it doesn't hurt anybody.
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(aos 16 isso seria um hit!)
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she thinks of him, the way he behaves himself timidly, the way he laughs loudly, the funny and sincere things he shares with people but, mostly, his eyes, his body, his hands that she'd wish to have around her waistline... and she wonders if she ever have the chance to be with someone like that. maybe for her own vanity. just to show off, to get the other girls so jealous of her. along these years, she'd always try to be content with whomever life handed her but she was never able not to wish for "more". she always played that part that said other things are much more important than these futile values society imposes us today. but she's human and if the she never had these vanity crisis, she'd be from mars or some other distant and barely unhabited planet. he was way out of her league. she knew it and she couldn't help it. she can't help it.
.
her eyes roll and suddenly she's acting like a clown merely for the fact that he's around. she feels like sixteen again. and she's nervous, almost pulling her hair out! how can this be? how can somebody afect her like that? she had given up on most things about human relationships but this was much more animal and vain. this was instinct associated with the vain society logics. this was about the hormons. eventually they would catch her, right? and they did.
.
bathed in her own vanity, she dreamed of it whenever she'd sleep, right after facing herself in that mirror. she knows still she'd never get that chance but they say dreaming comes free. and it doesn't hurt anybody.
.
(aos 16 isso seria um hit!)
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.
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ouvindo: quanto é mais? - abaixo de zero.
