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She could almost be him,
It could almost see them.
Smiling, smiling, smiling.
Wear a box around your body,
To try and make you look less scary.
Feeling shoddy, shoddy, shoddy,
Like a Barbie in plastic surgery.
Keep going, keep going
It's never gonna work.

Futility's a game of effort.
You can do what you want,
You'll always be the wrong sort.
You can wash off all the makeup,
But you'll always look the same.
This is life, it's not a game,
Don't lie to us,
It's such a shame.

It's not so wrong, not so bad.
How can you want what you've never had?
Don't worry, don't worry,
Don't bother with that story.
It's slightly off,
Slightly wrong,
Another cough,
Another song,
Change too much and you'll be sorry,
You'll be OK, 'cause nothing's wrong.

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You're never quite there, never will be.
It's not your hair, your face, or your body
It's the way you act, the way you are,
Not quite the way your legs can mar,
When they're slicin', dicin',
Havin' a ball,
Waiting for that goddamn fucking ball to fall,
A little too slow, little too late,
Little too little, with just enough hate,
It's all just too fucking lovely to be quite your fate.

Description
She could almost be him,
It could almost see them.
Smiling, smiling, smiling.
Wear a box around your body,
To try and make you look less scary.
Feeling shoddy, shoddy, shoddy,
Like a Barbie in plastic surgery.
Keep going, keep going
It's never gonna work.

Futility's a game of effort.
You can do what you want,
You'll always be the wrong sort.
You can wash off all the makeup,
But you'll always look the same.
This is life, it's not a game,
Don't lie to us,
It's such a shame.

It's not so wrong, not so bad.
How can you want what you've never had?
Don't worry, don't worry,
Don't bother with that story.
It's slightly off,
Slightly wrong,
Another cough,
Another song,
Change too much and you'll be sorry,
You'll be OK, 'cause nothing's wrong.

Separate Paragraph -

You're never quite there, never will be.
It's not your hair, your face, or your body
It's the way you act, the way you are,
Not quite the way your legs can mar,
When they're slicin', dicin',
Havin' a ball,
Waiting for that goddamn fucking ball to fall,
A little too slow, little too late,
Little too little, with just enough hate,
It's all just too fucking lovely to be quite your fate.