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With a face that only a mother could love,
You never really stood a chance,
Where fame and fortune go hand in glove,
You didn't rate a second glance...
So you grow up lonely and you grew up scared,
In a world that makes no sense,
And you took the blows,
for you were not prepared,
In the art of self defense...
So Happy Biretday Jesephine,
So many candles on your cake,
You can't remember sweet sixteen,
Your life is a big mistake,
It's enough to make a dead man moan,
It could make a willow weep,
But when everything is said and done,
Iime Beauty's not skin deep...
Suddenly the mist begins to clear,
Right in the middle of a crowded street,
You find yourself in tears...
If dreams survived in the light of day,
If wishes could come true,
Then a wind of change might blow your way,
Bringing only the best for you...
But we can only play the cards we hold,
And you were dealt a losing hand,
Cos if pretty girls do what they're told,
They will always be in demand...
So Happy Binhday Josephine,
So many candles on your cake,
You can't remermber sweet sixteen,
Your life is a big mistake,
It's eneugh to make a dead man moan,
It could maka a willow weep,
But when everything is said and done,
True Beauty's not skin deep,
True Beauty's not skin deep,
True Beauty's not skin deep...