Flawlessly Me
I'm flawless by the curve in hip
to the waves in my lip
From the limp in my walk
and the accent when I talk
The way I shake nervously in front of a crowd
Or the vicious crease in my forehead when my face makes a frown
From the way I shake from my old homes creak
It's old bones shattering making me weak
By the way my feet are caught always hugging
I blame them for my clumsiness, and me always tumbling
Or maybe it's the way my voice seems to squeak when I yell
Sounding like my vocal cords came from hell
How every bump on my face always seems to blemish
And every cupcake I eat makes my thighs a little biggish
Maybe these aren't the definitions of flawless people want them to be
But these are the qualities that are flawlessly me!
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