Dissatisfied
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My hair's too straight, I heard her say.
I'd like it curly, and anyway,
My nose is too big, my ears are too small,
And as for my lips, I've hardly any at all.
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My hips are too large my waist is too thin,
I'd be all right, if spots were in.
My knees are knobbly, my feet are too long,
My legs are all wobbly, my bottoms all wrong.
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Dare I turn around, to see this sight?
I'd better not, I might get a fright.
My stop, she said and I waited to see,
What she was like, as she past by me.
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See you tonight, she called to her friend.
All right then, we'll set the trend.
She got off the bus, with a nod of her head.
I could see she was none of the things that she'd said
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And I thought to myself,
If only she knew.
No matter what you're like
Jesus loves you
Copyright Jack Brown 1992