Story Behind the Song
You wonder why pretty people tend to lack inner beauty? They don't need that ...
Lyrics
Verse 1
Yeah, you look good, real good matter of fact/ but youd look better if you didnt act that/ Would I be the same way, I just might/ if I got called fine every day of my life/ My mind would be in that same box/ hearing youre fine a million times is like getting brainwashed/ Twenty four seven, it dont cease/ a man in your face trying to get a piece/ Men approach and you take on a look of disrespect/ tired of being treated like an object?/ Tell your pretty colleagues to get some personality/ every race, age and nationality/ You wonder why pretty people tend to lack--/ inner beauty? They dont need that/ Pretty, you always come first/ pretty, a blessing and a curse/
Chorus
Pretty, I know how you work your magic/ Pretty, but your attitude is tragic/
Verse 2
I wonder whats going on in your mind/ acting like you just know youre fine/ That’s why youre getting approached by all jerks/ they think behaving like you might work/ I wonder why you got me so intimidated/ youre just another human that God created/ But if you so much as know me/ let alone give me the rhythm, I get the trophy/ Being fine is like being rich/ they let you get away with all types of s—t/ And I must admit, Im prone to this/ I guess that makes me shallow as a dish/ But Ill blame it on t.v./ multiple media images bombarding me/ Some women are tight, others hate/ what should I do? Reverse discriminate?/
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Verse 3
Coughing, fidgeting, bucking our eyes/ getting slapped by our girlfriends and wives/ As a man, Ill keep it real with you/ stop acting like attention doesnt appeal to you/ Showing abs and thighs in thirty-below weather/ instead of a ???? sack and Cardigan sweater/ Actions speak louder than words/ and that look-at-me, dont-look-at-me is absurd/ Looks are a commodity, aint no denying it/ men are brainwashed by the playboys environment/ The fact is most men aint all that/ pot bellies, fat, trying to get our hair back/ We need to drop the looks criteria/ making these young girls feel inferior/ Show me a woman with not only looks/ but a sweet inside, and shes got me hooked/
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