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we all can't be pretty boys.
My mirror used to betray me
it used to also dismay me
I judged what I saw so harshly
downplaying God's creation ungratefully
I felt I was dealt a bad hand
my face was never in hot demand
A pretty boy type I was not
neither a bad...
it used to also dismay me
I judged what I saw so harshly
downplaying God's creation ungratefully
I felt I was dealt a bad hand
my face was never in hot demand
A pretty boy type I was not
neither a bad...
