Fishing For Compliments

I don't know exactly what I'm feeling
But I know what my father is thinking
About those rumors, those rumors
Oh, those nasty rumors
So I'll trade my dresses in for lies
Because every villain needs a disguise
Terror will rain from the sky
Cause little miss fuckup has arrived

Father are you proud of me
Cause I'm so goddamn pretty
I'm so goddamn pretty
Someone tell me I'm pretty

Oh, my feet are too fat for heels
And like me, my heels are too fucked up to heal
But my mind is something that you can never steal
But I'm not convinced that anything is fucking real
Shadows cover my life and my eyes
And I can't even go the fuck outside
When my lips are green, I'm so nervous I could puke
But when my face is pale, I can't even commute
Oh, sure, I came from your dick, that's true
But I don't fucking belong to you

Father are you proud of me
Cause I'm so goddamn pretty
I'm so goddamn pretty
Someone tell me I'm pretty



Credits
Writer(s): Kori Bragg
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