AN:Ack! Not another songfic! And not with another pop song! NOOOO! It must be the late night chocolate cake-ness and confusion about CERTAIN people at my school. ARGH!! Oh well. You people don't want to know about my mental problems, now do you?
Disclaimer: You already know I don't own Hey Arnold. EVERYONE knows that because if I did own Hey Arnold I wouldn't be writing this, I'd be doing the cabbage patch and yelling MOO Juice, ok?
On to the story. . .
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*You don't run with the crowd
*You go your own way
*You don't play after dark
*You light up my day
There she is. The blonde bully that no one likes. Heck, she doesn't even seem to like herself that much. She's never been one to WANT to be popular, not like me. I've always wanted to fit in. But you don't care if you do or not. That's why I admire you.
*Got your own kind of style
*That sets you apart
*Baby that's why you captured my heart
You still have those pig tails, although now they are a lot shorter, considering to cut your hair into a bob earlier this year. You're very beautiful, with your punky style and pink tanktops and studs around your arm. Still kind of bossy, but not as extreme as you were in fourth grade.
*I know sometimes you feel
*Like you don't fit in
*And this world doesn't know
*What you have within
All your confidence, it seems fake at times. Like your being an outcast gets to you. I know that you write poetry. You don't think I do, but I read over your shoulder when you were writing in that pink book that one time. The words you used, they were so beautiful, yet I've heard them so many times before. The poem went like this:
Oh my love
In such despair I sit now
As I watch the pure white dove
It is a release
Beautiful like my one desire
Oh, when will my torment cease?
*When I look at you
*I see something rare
*A rose that can grow anywhere
You are a rare prize indeed.
And there's no one I know that can compare
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*What makes you different makes you beautiful
*What's there inside you
*Shines through to me
*In your eyes I see all the love I'll ever need
*What makes you different makes you beautiful to me
You look toward me, and my heart stops. Do you know that I have been staring at you this whole time? You stand out, it's so hard not to stare. So beautiful, to me at least. You smile, and I can see great affection in your blue eyes. It makes me feel wonderfully uplifted.
*Everything in you is beautiful
*Love you give shines right to me
*Everything in you is beautiful
*Beautiful to me
*To me.......
Everything in you is beautiful. I see that now. I never thought I would say or think this, but Helga G. Pataki, I love you. Never let anyone put you down. Because what makes you different, makes you beautiful to me.
~*~End~*~
Disclaimer: You already know I don't own Hey Arnold. EVERYONE knows that because if I did own Hey Arnold I wouldn't be writing this, I'd be doing the cabbage patch and yelling MOO Juice, ok?
On to the story. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*You don't run with the crowd
*You go your own way
*You don't play after dark
*You light up my day
There she is. The blonde bully that no one likes. Heck, she doesn't even seem to like herself that much. She's never been one to WANT to be popular, not like me. I've always wanted to fit in. But you don't care if you do or not. That's why I admire you.
*Got your own kind of style
*That sets you apart
*Baby that's why you captured my heart
You still have those pig tails, although now they are a lot shorter, considering to cut your hair into a bob earlier this year. You're very beautiful, with your punky style and pink tanktops and studs around your arm. Still kind of bossy, but not as extreme as you were in fourth grade.
*I know sometimes you feel
*Like you don't fit in
*And this world doesn't know
*What you have within
All your confidence, it seems fake at times. Like your being an outcast gets to you. I know that you write poetry. You don't think I do, but I read over your shoulder when you were writing in that pink book that one time. The words you used, they were so beautiful, yet I've heard them so many times before. The poem went like this:
Oh my love
In such despair I sit now
As I watch the pure white dove
It is a release
Beautiful like my one desire
Oh, when will my torment cease?
*When I look at you
*I see something rare
*A rose that can grow anywhere
You are a rare prize indeed.
And there's no one I know that can compare
**********~~~~~~~~************
*What makes you different makes you beautiful
*What's there inside you
*Shines through to me
*In your eyes I see all the love I'll ever need
*What makes you different makes you beautiful to me
You look toward me, and my heart stops. Do you know that I have been staring at you this whole time? You stand out, it's so hard not to stare. So beautiful, to me at least. You smile, and I can see great affection in your blue eyes. It makes me feel wonderfully uplifted.
*Everything in you is beautiful
*Love you give shines right to me
*Everything in you is beautiful
*Beautiful to me
*To me.......
Everything in you is beautiful. I see that now. I never thought I would say or think this, but Helga G. Pataki, I love you. Never let anyone put you down. Because what makes you different, makes you beautiful to me.
~*~End~*~