Yes I woke up like this,

Flawless. With my hair a mess.

I don't care about what they say,

I love my messy hair anyway.


Golden locks streaming down my back.

They poke fun at me because it's something that they lack.

Don't let the mean people phase you,

Keep doing what you know how to.


You woke up like that,

Flawless, rockin' the sweater with the cat.

Ignore what they say,

You're fabulous anyway.



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