my hair's a wreck
mascara runs
my feet get dirty and my skin burns in the sun
my lips, they bleed
but i still sing my songs
takes me a minute to admit it when i'm wrong
pretty is as pretty does, but pretty's not my thing...
this is what you get
this is who I am
take me now or leave me
any way you can
sometimes i trip and fall
but i know where i stand
if you're thinking about changing my direction,
don't mess with imperfection
my back is weak
but my will is true
got good intentions but i never follow through
and i say too much
don't know when to leave
in case you're looking, that's my heart there on my sleeve
ego trips and stupid slipups, i'm a mess but this is what you get.
scratched and bruised, a little used, but baby i work fine
you might call me damaged goods, but i'm one of a kind
my hair's a wreck
no, i'm not perfect but i'm not the only one...