Sharp and Harshly Soft

I have a hard stare I have a scratchy voice sometimes too I don't sing like an angel I am no model I am not that pretty My words can be sharp and cold But whenever I am with you Suddenly the script flips I have a soft gaze I have a smoother voices too I sing like a song bird I don't look at the models You call me pretty My words can be sharp and cold But whenever I am angry Suddenly the script gets ripped I always am sharp underneath You just know to wear padding around me