Imperfections
I told you I was neither a bee's knees,
Nor cat's whiskers
But you thought I was sex on the stick
And you yessed to death
Falling for me was dancing with death
So, why remorse now?
You had to make head or tail of me
You're now picking holes
You now get chagrin on the sight of me
You think am so dreary
You think am too serious in everything
I was a happy flea in a doghouse
I wasn't born to the purple as you
I was common as an old shoe
But you buttered me up
You compelled me to be in character
I forgot I was a man on the streets
Yet you still put my name in mud
You now think am no use to man or beast
I gave it my all I could
But I had not a cat in hell's chance
The relationship became your pain in the neck
You started playing away from home
But still, you remorse over me??
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