How do I know?
I suppose she is beautiful
In a non-visual kinda way
But they are all beautiful
So how can I tell?
I have to measure it somehow
So I ask my friends
Is she beautiful?
And when they sneer, I sneer
When they leer, I leer
Their envy tells me
Success or fail?
I was born to sell
Not to tell
If something is good or bad
It all makes me glad
So how do I know?
Some want money
Some want fame
All she wants
Is more than I want
For me