American Idol
American Idol
She flaunts her beauty everywhere
Her shapely figure and skin so fair
Her glowing smile she warms up the room
As winter’s wasteland bursts into bloom
She’s a singer in search of a voice
A victim of her own pretentious choice
Beauty and song go good together
Like crimson sunsets and light as a feather
Next year she’ll set the world on fire
No place to go but higher and higher
To lofty places where no one has gone
With humility to guide, what can be wrong?
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