When you look at me, what do you see?
A tall woman with glasses, who's quiet and shy?
When you look at me, what do you see?
An intimidating figure, who's aloof and snobbish?

When you look at me, what do you see?
All As, teacher's favorite, likely to succeed?
When you look at me, what do you see?
A smart ass, a suck-up, a first class bitch?

Would you like me better if I looked skinnier?
Dyed my hair blond, batted my lashes and wore skimpy clothing?
Would you like me better if I praised you all the time?
Admired your skills, depended so much on you?

Would you think me a threat, if I made a suggestion?
Thought up some idea, was able to do something you couldn't?
Would I be less of a woman if I spoke my mind?
Made you do the things I'm supposed to do?

Would I be a slut if I bragged about the number of men I've slept with?
Who I flirted with at the bar? Whose ass I admired on the way home?
Would I be ungrateful if I stumbled home from work and ordered you to make me dinner,
put my feet up on the couch, and didn't want to be bothered?

Tell me now, what do you see when you look at me?
Your ideal woman? Or your worst nightmare?