Maybe

She says all of these words to me
I am nothing good for her because
The cow didn't jump over the moon
Maybe she's right

She says I am just like everyone else
I don't have a mind of my own to her
The dish ran away with the spoon
Maybe she's right

She says nothing is wrong with her
I will never be as good as she ever is
The cat just might play the fiddle
Maybe she's right

She says everything is hatred in me
I am unable to love another soul
The dog still laughs with such sport
Maybe she's right

She says I am an ugly monster girl
I will never be pretty as she can be
Hey, diddle, diddle, maybe I can
Maybe she's wrong