The prettiest girl in the world, poem

There's that girl you know
long, flowy hair
and skin pale as snow
She's got those cherry red lips
a nice pair of legs
and curvy hips
Her scent is flowery and warming
lingers when she's left
her house in the morning
She laughs, sings and dance
all night long
doesn't care if it's right or wrong
But then it's that other girl
who wish that she could be just as free
I must admit, that other girl is me

Thought of this when I read the thread the pretties girl in the world.