Haven't you heard?
She’s the standard for beauty…

With skin so pale it glows of ethereal starlight…
Or blessed with sun kissed glittering gleam.
Hair so soft and silky tumbling down her back
In shimmering waves of gold, amber, rich browns or seductive black...

Haven't you heard?
She’s the standard of beauty...

Tall and slender
Always thin, even if she's not
Always tall, even if she's not.
Do not try to say otherwise…

Haven't you heard?
She’s the standard of beauty...

Men of all color want her
Men of all color are so eager
To place her atop that golden pedal stool...

Haven't you heard?
She’s the standard of beauty...

She can make you feel like you’re unworthy
With just a glance from her blue, green, grey,
brown or hazel eyes...
None care of her past…  Or what she has done.
She is always forgiven and it is always forgotten...
Because...

Haven't you heard?
She’s the standard of beauty...

She’ll bat her eyes at all the guys,
Flash a smile sweet as the angelic figure that is she.
While holding deception in one hand
And lies in the other.

All turn a blind eye to her faults,
But are so quick to point them out in others.
Simply because...

Haven't you heard?
She’s the standard for beauty…

She’ll take the hearts of men
And keep the hearts of men
Then lock them in her chest of ice.

Guarding the keys like a keeper to a great secret
Because… haven’t you heard?
She’s the standard for beauty...

For always and forever
That’s what she'll be...