She likes being a girl.

She would match her nail polish
to match her car,
if only she had one.
She likes being a girl.

She likes to paint.
She likes aesthetics.

She dreams of some old guy
who'd pay for an apartment in a high rise
suite, stacks of cash,
some platonic businessman,
if only she could find him.

She doesn't like feminism.
She likes being a girl.

She checks out her ass
in new jeans before
she looks at the price.
She likes to hate
getting stared at by strangers,
if only she left the house.

If only she ruled the world, but
she likes being a girl.