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My hair's a wreck |
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Mascara runs |
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My feet get dirty and my skin burns in the sun |
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My lips, they bleed |
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But I still sing my songs |
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Takes me a minute to admit it when I'm wrong |
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Pretty is as pretty does, but pretty's not my thing... |
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This is what you get |
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This is who I am |
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Take me now or leave me |
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Any way you can |
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Sometimes I trip and fall |
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But I know where I stand |
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If you're thinking about changing my direction, |
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Don't mess with imperfection |
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My back is weak |
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But my will is true |
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Got good intentions but I never follow through |
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And I say too much |
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Don't know when to leave |
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In case you're looking, that's my heart there on my sleeve |
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Ego trips and stupid slipups, I'm a mess but... |
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This is what you get |
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This is who I am |
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Take me now or leave me |
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Any way you can |
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Sometimes I trip and fall |
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But I know where I stand |
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If you're thinking about changing my direction, |
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Don't mess with imperfection |
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Scratched and bruised, a little used, but baby I work fine |
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You might call me damaged goods, but I'm one of a kind |
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My hair's a wreck |
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No, I'm not perfect but I'm not the only one... |
