Just another pretty face.
Pretty face? Since when?

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Just another amazing body.
We are talking about me, right?

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Just another confident ego.
Funny, I don’t feel confident…

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Just another seemingly perfect guy.
I’ve always wondered, how am I seemingly perfect?

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I’m afraid that’s you.
No.
This isn’t right
You keep assuming everything is wrong.
Simply because I seem so right.
I’m not perfect.
I don’t pretend to be.
But what does it matter if I’m not great on the outside?
I can still be amazing on the inside... right?

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They say you want to ask me out.
Who’s they? Remind me, please.

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I’m not sure that I should say yes.
Why not, if I’m THAT perfect?

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After all, you can’t be as great on the inside, as you are out.
No.
This isn’t right.
I’m not that great on the outside,
Thank you very much.
I’m not good looking,
I have no perfect smile.
Is it so inconceivable, that I’m just a nice guy?

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So, I must say sorry.
That’s right, apologize to me, I’m not that pretty.

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You may be a little too perfect for me.
No.
This isn’t right.
I bought you a rose.
I was going to bring it out to you after work.
That’s right, “they” weren’t so wrong after all.
You’re body is far from amazing.
Your face simple and plain.
But I thought I knew you.
I thought I wouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Hint: this is chapter one.
And you haven’t yet read one single page.