You swear you could see through me,
When you look me up and down like that,
What a scowl,
What a foul soul,
All that you wear now is double the value of my wardobe,
Yet your heart's worth half as much as mine I bet,
You're too shallow to measure,
If only there we're scales that wieghed character,
You'd see things seem to be in my favor,
Those eyes of yours are blind.