No false modesty here
By kellyb
Mon, 19 Jul 2010
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No false modesty here.
Where did they go?
My glamour-girl looks?
My once golden waterfall of hair
Scragged up
A Britney trailer trash copy
The two-inch roots laid bare
My belly once so flat and taut
Paraded wherever I go
Now hidden under careful cuts
To camoflouge the lines
And my thighs as pasty and lumpy as dough
They tell me I should love myself
These self-help books and shows
That I should cherish myself
Shake what my mama gave me
Forget about all my woes
Oh I love myself enough
No false modesty here
A foot of make-up
The right pull-it-in pants
N I'm catchin them far and near
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