Dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate
I'm anywhere from twenty to thirty-five pounds overweight
I got red eyes and one of them's lazy
And they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy
I'm albino, man, I know I'm pink and pale
And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails
I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right
Face type, shiny, I stay up and write late nights
My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts
A mixture of what I like and what I wear to work
I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps
I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want
You might think I'm depressed as can be
But when I look in the mirror I see sexy-ass me
And if that's somethin that you can't respect then that's peace
My life's better without you, actually
To everyone out there, who's a little different
I say damn a magazine, these is God's fingerprints
You can call me ugly but can't take nothing from me
I am what I am, doctor, you ain't gotta love me
I'ma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
And I'ma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
I'ma be all right
You ain't gotta be my friend tonight
And I'ma be okay
You would probably bore me anyway
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