Out of all the questions
I'd have to say.
"Why me?" has come up
the most each day.
I have a lisp.
I squint to much.
My glasses make me look like Harry potter.
Dorky red hair,
Zits everywhere.
And frankly Steve Urkle probably looked hotter.
I don't have job.
I don't have a car.
No money to my name.
Cell phone's broke,
I act so feminine
people think I'm gay.
My teeth aren’t white
I'm not that bright.
Common sense ain't my thing.
I can't dance right.
My music is scary.
Lord knows I can't sing.
Lie again and say you love me,
and for once I might think its true.
But every night I pray to the lord above,
thanking god I have an angel like you.
I'd have to say.
"Why me?" has come up
the most each day.
I have a lisp.
I squint to much.
My glasses make me look like Harry potter.
Dorky red hair,
Zits everywhere.
And frankly Steve Urkle probably looked hotter.
I don't have job.
I don't have a car.
No money to my name.
Cell phone's broke,
I act so feminine
people think I'm gay.
My teeth aren’t white
I'm not that bright.
Common sense ain't my thing.
I can't dance right.
My music is scary.
Lord knows I can't sing.
Lie again and say you love me,
and for once I might think its true.
But every night I pray to the lord above,
thanking god I have an angel like you.
