I can spend hours on end wondering,
Will my boyfriend still love me if I become boring?
I never thought I’d pass my driver’s test.
“Buy yourself a nice bike” was what examiners would suggest.
Ohhh, isn’t it nice to have build up this façade?
To hide behind so people think I’ve got it made.
Ok, so now I’m studying psychology.
Thank god I have a boyfriend to help me figure out me.
Am I still sexy if I gain a few pounds?
When I get nervous people hear my stomach making funny sounds.
Ohhh, all these people who can’t see through my charade,
Are jealous ‘cause they think I’ve got it made.
My friends have got nice racks at the front.
I got stuck with something I usually refer to as “blunt”.
Somehow I got blessed with a round bum.
So I may not be perfect, but some parts of me are pretty awesome.
Ohhh, on the first date I usually got men afraid.
Cause I always seem like I’ve got it made.
I am smart, but I never score an A plus.
If I’m sleepy I accidentally wind up taking the wrong bus.
I easily black out in front of the class.
I am pretty, sexy and feminine but have bowel problems including gas.
Ohhh, isn’t it nice to be able to fake?
So people think I’ve got it made.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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