You are absolutely certain;
I am a conceited little b****,
who thinks she’s perfect.
Look past your nose, though.
Look at how she shakes and quivers.
She’s uncertain of herself,
every step she takes;
she looks down on her feet.
Because she’s afraid.
I am begging you,
please…
look again.
I am a conceited little b****,
who thinks she’s perfect.
Look past your nose, though.
Look at how she shakes and quivers.
She’s uncertain of herself,
every step she takes;
she looks down on her feet.
Because she’s afraid.
I am begging you,
please…
look again.

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