Flick your hair, wink your eyes:
Still won’t keep the truth shining through the lies.
You’re so sweet and sexy, it’s hard to resist.
But deep inside, you harbour things I detest.
I use to care about you, let you get through.
But now i’m finally free. I’m over you.
Don’t care if you’re Venus, a creature from another place-
Now you’re just another pretty face.
Nothing special no more, just another picture on the wall;
There’s so many pretty faceless faces, another won’t change it all.
So many i could pick and try,
Why I’d waste time on you, i don’t know why.
Just like the crowd in the marketplace-
You’re just another pretty face, just another pretty face.
Story behind the poem:
My basic reaction to girls now: You’re just another pretty face. Don’t flatter yourself. It takes more than beauty to make a real person. There are many girls I know, who are ‘just another pretty face.’
“. . . . for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7