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