It’s not unknown, I’m not perfect.
And I doubt I am the only suspect.

Yes, when it comes down to, I’m a little fat.
Take this stand with others; we can’t have any of that.

Down to the nitty gritty,
I’m not all that pretty.

And I guess when you start to think,
My words all come out in an eyes blink.

Apparently, I am much too straightforward.
It’s better than sullen, sour peevish and forward.

I’m told I'm much to cynical,
It’s not my pedestal, nor my pinnacle.

I’m definitely not that girl,
Who in her hair has that perfect curl?

But in all my imperfection, there is purity.
Just don’t make me call the security.