I’m no barbie doll, I’m not your baby girl
I’ve done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core, if they’re to be believed
So what if I’m no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud
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