I like who I am
But I guess you don"t
I think that I can
But you think I won't
Amount to anything at all

If you love me,
You sure show it strange
Is there anything that you would want to change?
I can't be your paper doll.

I wanna be perfect,
But I'm me
I wanna be flawless,
But you see
Every little crack
Every chip,
Every dent
Every little mistake,
I wanna be perfect
Just like you,
But there's only so much that a girl can do
When I look in the mirror,
It makes sense to me,
Perfectly

I like worn out shoes
You like high heels, and fantasies
But I'm what's real
I guess you could say
The shoe don't fit
Maybe I'm from Venus
You're from mars
My imperfections are what they are
I guess one of us must deal, with it

I try to fit
In the mold
That you make
But I'm tired of playing
This little charade