Hellen

She puts the 'Hell' in Hellen, strutting down the hall,
She can get any guy she wants, just one look and they begin to fall.
They all love her and wish her well,
Just one glimpse and their hearts begin to swell.
Sleek black heels, bright red lips, and a tiny little skirt,
Oh, and did I mention, your boobs practically fall out of your shirt?
Please, Hellen, just leave the guys alone,
Last time I checked, this wasn't a strip joint, but a school zone.
Lose the make-up and cover your chest,
Show some self-respect, you're no better than the rest.
Ugh, Hellen, you've practically killed me with your perfume,
Oh, I can't wait 'til class ends - please let it be soon!
So, Hellen, I heard you were mad,
All because a boy didn't like you - is it really that sad?
He looks at the soul, your inner you,
But you hide behind make-up and smelly perfume.
He can't see who you really are, so he told you the truth,
"I don't like you like that. It didn't exactly take a slueth."
You had laughed, thinking it a joke,
Oh, but he's not like that - he's an honest bloke.
So, Hellen, remember this when you begin to strut,
Showing everyone your body isn't pretty, it just makes you a slut.
Hellen, with one more fare well,
Have fun screwing all the boys - I hope you enjoy Hell.