With skin of silk and hair of gold, her looks surpass the norm. With eyes like rubies and voice a song that angels sing when born. How can I compete with this? This beauty to his eyes. How I am to rival her? When my presence does not shine. Here I stand a willowy slip of a girl five foot five. With hair of brown and eyes the same i'm nothing but alive. He sees her clear and hangs on tight to her every word, oh lord how can I be this girl the thought is just ubsurd. Just when I have given up, its clear we cannot be. He shakes his head as if woken up and slowly turns to me. You see I may be plain outside, but inside I am gold. He saw what was blind to me, this soul of mine so old.