I'm no Barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things
And I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed
So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud
Why do you love me??
Querido Santa:
Esta navidad sólo te pido 2 cosas
1.- PASAR COSTOS Y MATE II!!! D:
2.- Hasme un poquito más parecida a Shirley Manson xD
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