Not perfect, Not skinny, Die trying
Not perfect never will be.Not skinny never will be.
Not loved by him.
Why? Because I'm not perfect or skinny.
All I can do is walk away or die.
No more food in my mouth, No more anything for me.
Get to the size he wants, I may die trying.
Maybe then he'll see what I'd do to keep him with me.
Not perfect, never will be. Not skinny, never will be. Not to him, not ever,
til I die trying.
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