part i

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She's no plain jane

I can't compare

To her hourglass figure

Or her shiny, silky hair

From her curved, long eyelashes

To her porcelain skin

With these plain looks of mine

Including my double chin

Her eyes are like stars

While mine look dead

I look like a tomato

While she looks sexy in red

She catches the attention

Of everyone in sight

Her looks are very defined

While mine are super light

A voice like no other

Which calms everything down

While she's trying on dresses

I look like a rejected clown

She dances like the stars

And moves completely in sync

Her lips are a pretty shade of red

Mine are an ugly kind of pink

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