Child Of Books pimple

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I had a dream to meet a girl
Gorgeous and pretty like
Marilyn Monroe
That would love my shallow soul
And show me all the things that
I've been dreaming of
But no one seemed to care
When I am so nice but
shyness holds me off
I've tried to find her everywhere
But I simply wasted all my money
Then I saw her sitting on the bench
So sweet and cold
I caught her sight
And now I am ready to go
But suddenly I felt an itching ache on
my brow and I realised
Oh NO!
I've got a pimple on my face
Man I think I don't have a chance
I've got a pimple on my face
Man I think I don't have a chance
She will say Oh, sorry I'm busy tonight
Or even Oh, sorry you are not my type
It was a terrible flop
I must be out of karma
I dont have luck at all
I need some time to restore
I was punched in the balls
Now my ego is so small
I felt down (down)
On the floor
Of my home sweet home
Its not nice to know
That everywhere I go
I am doomed to be alone
Cause every time I contemplate a pretty
There is something going wrong
On my wide wide brow
I feel frustration when I look right in the mirror
And I am thinking Oh no!
I've got a pimple on my face
Man I think I don't have a chance
I've got a pimple on my face
Man I think I don't have a chance
She will say Oh, sorry I'm busy tonight
Or even Oh, sorry you are not my type

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