I am I prefect for you, just the way I am
Or am I an ugly clam
What should I change?
Or am I just to strange
Will you accept me
Or does my love come with a fee
To take me for what you see
Or is it to a certain degree
For you, must I put a bag over my face
Because I am such a disgrace
Break my bone and build me back up
For my life will be in death's cup
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