Is it love
To judge and hurt
You are almost perfect
But in my eyes you look like dirt
I come across as some that cares
But in reality, I'm embarrassed by you
People are being nice, but you don't get it
It is really that they can't say what is true
You are sweet and you are pretty
But you need to dress up more
Because personality doesn't count
If you look like, in my eyes, a *****
I see in your eyes that what I said hurts
But I don't care because it is about me
I can't be associated with the likes of you
I'm worried what others will think and see
You want to marry my son
Well, welcome to the lion's den
You better shape up
Because you are only a 9 out of 10
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
Is it love
To judge and hurt
You are almost perfect
But in my eyes you look like dirt
I come across as some that cares
But in reality, I'm embarrassed by you
People are being nice, but you don't get it
It is really that they can't say what is true
You are sweet and you are pretty
But you need to dress up more
Because personality doesn't count
If you look like, in my eyes, a *****
I see in your eyes that what I said hurts
But I don't care because it is about me
I can't be associated with the likes of you
I'm worried what others will think and see
You want to marry my son
Well, welcome to the lion's den
You better shape up
Because you are only a 9 out of 10
A special dedication to my future Mother-in-law. Thanks for making me feel like crap
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