Ti's my beauty on the inside
You seek
A picture no one can see
Be blinding a want

Yet to all on the out
No wish
No call
No asking a smile

Inside I'm whole
Complete
Be ripe as a peach
Just lush you see

Unlike Nick
He's Mr nasty
Tastes like a bad pasty
With hair really queer
And a breaths heart attack

He never comes clean
His nose always streams
All snotted his beard
And clothes really weird

He drives like a *****
We call him Miss Nancy
So next time your out
Just give him a shout

Yooooo Miss Nancy