Talking About Seeing Her

I saw you walking down the street, with your messy blonde hair and your red lipstick. It really seems like you think that you are some kind of god, and I guess you may be. With your skinny legs and dirty walk, you can make anyone fall apart. I'm pretty sure that you use Chanel nº 5 and buy things with the price of my house, but I don't really care, because I don't need a Louboutin to be happy. Although I'm not denying if want to give me one. Maybe I'm just jealous of you, but really, who is not?
So I saw you walking down the street again, with your fresh green dress and your bright blue eyes. It really seemed like you were some kind of draft, and I'm not denying that you can be. With your soft skin and pink lipstick you can make anyone smile. I'm pretty sure that you are the only one who looks good dressed like that, but I don't really care, because it seems like I am the one who don't know how to describe.
In fact I guess I'll never know if you are a good faker or I am a really bad viewer.