Today I cried because my arms are fat
And my eyes aren't pretty unless lined like a cat
I don't want to be the mousy brunette
Of average height and intellect
I want to be that edgy girl who rocks vintage clothes
And collects records, and reads, and looks like Bridget Bardot
Not good enough for you, but how can I forget
When my mind constantly replays the moment we met?
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Today I cried because my arms are fat
And my eyes aren't pretty unless lined like a cat
I don't want to be the mousy brunette
Of average height and intellect
I want to be that edgy girl who rocks vintage clothes
And collects records, and reads, and looks like Bridget Bardot
Not good enough for you, but how can I forget
When my mind constantly replays the moment we met?
