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This rather big girl walking by
sipping on her diet coke
munching on her MD fries
I wonder if she's heard the joke
they told
when walking up behind
her
in that unflattering black shirt
that's way too tight
and so's the skirt

I wonder what is on her mind
walking down the strteet like that
and does he cry because she hates
the fact that tey all call her fat?
But what if she is sick and weight
is just one of her least concerns
she wonders how long she's got left on earth
oblivious to the heads she turns

Does she like books or playing pool?
And does she have a favourite song?
Were boy bands cute or so uncool?
What tune would make her sing along?

Does she play cards or chess or ball?
Does she spend sundays at the mall?
We don't know anything at all
about the ones we pass each day
but would it change the way we think
and would it change the things we say?

Ideally yes, we'd all be good
in this imagined perfect world
the truth is, I don't think we would
be all that different if we knew
if we just had the slightest clue
what made them laugh, what made them blue

Chances are, we would be worse
do and say what we knew hurt
But don't you worry, be relieved
this "perfect world" 's not meant to be
and everything exept this girl
is just a random fantasy.