wendy the trendy

Wendy wendy, the ulltimate trendy
With her branded clothes
The girl that everyone loathes

She opens her mouth
But only to breathe
Words are not a commodity to her
Only her looks concieve

Convieve a plan of a brilliant illusion
An illusion of superioty
Leading the average to confusion

Oh how her presence
Can make a room still

Oh how her presence
Can give you a reason to kill

Wendy wendy
They all want to be you
Be in you
Be with you

Just a photo next to you
Could make an average cool
How much power can looks have?
Your status says it all

You don't need a personality
When you're considered that hot
And the more you realise that
The more your brain begins to rot