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My body is a relic of an untrained ballerina Quit at five, you should've seen her, she was great Scared off by talents in buns who could balance An art with an impossible weight My body is a relic of an untrained ballerina Quit at five, you should've seen her, she was great Waste all my money on books that I won't read Still stories look pretty on my dusty shelf And I keep shit talking the girls I respect 'Cause I'm not far away from who I was at 12 I'm a mess in a dress Just short of a college degree I could never possess The courage of a nobody A sparkling quitter, self-love counterfeiter I'm safe and I'm stuck as a potential winner A mess in a dress Just short of a college degree I let the college boys steal all my prowess 'Cause I spent my whole allowance on their taste So I preach all my opinions, always talk and never listen Looking for that little girl I've erased Waste all my money on books that I won't read Still stories look pretty on my dusty shelf And I keep shit talking the girls I respect 'Cause I'm not far away from who I was at 12 I'm a mess in a dress Just short of a college degree I could never possess The courage of a nobody A sparkling quitter, self-love counterfeiter I'm safe and I'm stuck as a potential winner Walking with my ghosts, I've owed too many clothes And crumbs of green cover my bedside Walking with my ghosts, I keep them under oath No wonder why I just can't sleep right I'm a mess in a dress Just short of a college degree I could never possess The courage of a nobody A sparkling quitter, self-love counterfeiter I'm safe and I'm stuck as a potential winner A mess in a dress Just short of a college degree
Writer(s): James Flannigan, Raffaella Meloni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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