Someone that sees past my looks
It's not the cover but what's in the books
Not to have but a choice
to adore my horrid singing voice
Fat or thin, Short or tall
He'll be by me through it all
Like a hobo I could dress
but he'll somehow be impressed
Pinch me because I think I'm dreaming
While that moonlights more than gleaming
That boy I thought was just a myth
Is that boy I am already with
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