THAT GUY

If I was like him, I'd know all the right words
If I was like him, I'd know some real birds
Apart from those in my dreams
And in magazines
Just look at his hair.
His hair's dark and wavy
Mine's mousy to fair.
Mine's the colour of gravy
Each part of his face
Is in just the right place
Is he laughing at me?
At my nose? Did he notice
That I should wear a brace?
That I've got halitosis?
When nature picked on me
She chose to stick on me
Eyes that don't match
I've got ears that stand out
She picked the wrong batch
When she handed mine out
And then she attacked me
With permanent acne
I wish I was a bit like
Wish that I could score a hit like
And be just a little bit like
That guy, that guy
I wish that I could be like
Just a little less like me
Like the kind of guy I see, like
That guy, that guy

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