Everybody knows a woman like me:   Insecurity is my philosophy.   I see other women as the competition.      I'm always nice to men,   And so they're nice to me.   But other girls always seem to be bitching about me.   I guess they must be jealous--   I say that it's because their boyfriends all fancy me      Close my eyes and fantasize a world of men and only me.   So much fun to be number one; what good are sisters to me?      I just can't relate to somebody unless I use my sexuality;   Normal conversation always leaves me insecure.   Men are so much more approachable, clever, kind, and intellectual,   And I never feel uncomfortable in their company.   Male appreciation is my one ambition;   It's a competition I must win.   When I talk to girls its just monotonous shit   Because I don't want their friendship just their jealousy.