Perfection
Not much to look at
Who cares? Not me.
I can out smart Einstein in
stage 4 of sleep.
I can stop any shot on
the field, even Messi has got
to bring it.
Determination gets me
places, I don't have to
look like Tyra Banks.
Ya, I may be too big, I may
be too loud, but...
I like me for me,
there's nothing I would change.
So if you gotta problem with me
keep it to yourself just because
you think I'm not perfect; perfect
doesn't have to look like
everyone else.
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