too (happy for) perfect
What they say is
(I’m too
s
k
i
n
n
y
I talk too much,
talk too much,
talk too much,
My hair is too RED,
My eyes aren’t blue enough.
I’m too smart,
I try too hard,
They say I am looking for PERFECT
When all I want is happy)
Not
The girl who is
(sun and storm,
and faulty and strong.
When I walk sometimes I s k i p
And sometimes I
f
a
l
l
I’m a girl who likes:
sports,
trucks,
engines,
grease.
I’m a girl who hates:
pink,
dresses,
dancing,
makeup.
I roll the windows d
o
w p LOUD
n and turn the radio u
I serenade the wind, stars, sky)
Inside of me.
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