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Hair 37 is out of place
it disgraces my face
what the hell I just can’t win
I’m so damn homely with these zits on my skin.
How could any man want to be with me?
I’m downright ugly, my cheeks are hairy.
I’ll spend two hours here, curse this mirror,
lose all hope in the way I appear.
I’ll probably cry, just wish I would die,
go to the big beauty parlor in the sky.
Maybe God can make me beautiful,
maybe he can’t do a damn thing.
I look at my wedding ring, my husband
must be blind. I must be all he can find.
I mean look at me, all these features so ghastly,
I would pay anyone any fee
if they could reverse this atrocity.