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Apr 7
My shirt didn't fit right....
My jeans just a little too tight.
I was not the kind of pretty you thought was right.
My hairdo never did it for you.
I cried almost every night.
But I don't think I'll ever be right.
This is a cry for love....
Written by
Faith Cubitt
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