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You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever-changing, I stay the same
You give good sermon, I say bad grace
My food for the soul, it leaves a bad taste
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never lift my head up, no story to tell
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never lift my head up, no story to tell
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
You've got convictions, I've got fenced art
I'm nowhere near the cliff, but I can see the drop
I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire
I see your watermark when I hold you to the light
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say
Well now what does that mean
If you can be God then I can be clean
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams
I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
What if I breathe, see what I see..
You're so pretty and I'm so plain
You score in extra-time, I've seen better days
You dust off your canvas, throw off your riot gear
Don't need no tear gas, 'cos these are for real
Feel what I feel, see what I see