I Pick My Nose

Now I don't have a decent job Or expensive, flashy car Somedays I don't brush my teeth Or brush my beehive hair Get my bra's from bargain bins My coat's a hand-me-down I try to act all grown up but Let's face it, I'm a clown I've got a filthy accent and Sometimes I pick my nose Somedays I don't change my socks There's jam between my toes I'm not a morning person Til I dunk my head in coffee I'm often unaffectionate And then a little needy I hate it that my ribs poke out And my front teeth aint straight I hate it I depend so much On destiny and fate I'm not the kinda girl you could Take home to meet your mum I live in jeans and hoodies She'd think I was a bum I don't need you to tell me There's more perfect girls than me I'm showing you the truths Even though they're plain to see Despite my imperfections I'm sure there'll never be Someone who is saner and Could love you more than me