it was not all my fault that i was born stupid i mean i have parents
not that they were much help i mean they tried their best but i was just not smart
to say i didnt have a good heart is a lie thats not what made me dumb
exactly when i knew i was different than them when i felt all the dents
little dents and big dents thats why i had long hair sometimes i picked my nose
little things made me strange it was my brain i think but see that was my art
if i could get one boy to love and protect me i would not be so glum
gifts from heaven i know come once in a lifetime and brian was so nice
even if i got mad he understood better than all the rest of those
no good for nothing kids who just made fun of me or simply ignored me
come on it was fourth grade and some kids were so mean i really dont know why
even though they looked smart they acted mean and cruel they could not simply see
quirky girls were better than all those pretty girls who could never get by
unless a boy whistled that was back in the day girls were sugar and spice
only because i was different my heart could tell who was good and who bad
to say i was below average that was my brain i mean i was funny
if you didnt notice how all the other kids acted with each other
even if they were smart they were hurtful as well they all called me sunny
not because thats my name i mean i know my name is jodie my mother
told me when i was young that i was beautiful i never knew my dad
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