Just another girl in a twirly dress,
but she is different,
different from all the rest.
From the tips of her toes
to the top of her head,
from her curves that go round
from her curves that go round
to the words that she said.
She's happy to be just who she is
She's happy to be just who she is
and not care who knows it
Why wouldn't you love the Emma who shows it?
So off to this and that and in between,
just being the girl who she believes.
She wishes, she dreams, that you loved her too.
Cause she knows the secrets,
of the fairytales
and the old lady who lived in the shoe.
It was that in all the things that could go bad,
you love yourself
and find the glad.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.
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