I go out of my way to not dress up So you can make a scene You say I should have combed my hair Or worn some nicer jeans You've got spaghetti on your chin While you curse me cause I'm not tucked in My minds made up that I'll try hard To fit in with your friends With their cleanest pants and their dirty jokes They drive me round the bend Just let me hold this job And prove you need a slob I'm gonna tell that one bad joke Be like a pimple on your face I'll be the blemish in an otherwise perfected place If you're perfect, you don't matter Cause there's nothing to achieve So I'm your blemish and for that you can be pleased I'll go out of my way to irritate I'll try to get a rise I'll pull the chair out from under you And tell you stupid lies But I'm the best you'll get Although you don't know it yet My mind's made up, my mood is down I'll leave you on the shelf I'll give you someone good to blame If you don't wanna blame yourself ' Cause I'm happy, a mosquito Irritate you, while I eat you I'm gonna tell that one bad joke Be like a pimple on your face I'll be the blemish in an otherwise perfected place If you're perfect, you don't matter Cause there's nothing to achieve So I'm your blemish and for that you can be pleased So I'm your blemish and for that you can thank me
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