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The sun should be shining,
My soul singing.
Instead I rain on my own parade.
My head just won’t let me
Trust in your words
When you say that you love, love me.

CHORUS:
I'm a freak and a screw up,
Who never does learn.
A foul, stubborn half-wit
Who so easily burns.
A crude, tasteless, coward
Who never succeeds.
A factory defect,
A destructive weed.
No, you shouldn’t love me.
No, you can’t love me.

Please take my advice, dear,
Pack up and leave
Else you’ll drown in my despair.
For the sake of your smile,
Your virtuous soul,
Find someone whose grace matches yours.

CHORUS:
I'm a freak and a screw up
Who never does learn.
A foul, stubborn half-wit
Who so easily burns.
A crude, tasteless, coward
Who never succeeds.
A factory defect,
A destructive weed.
No, you shouldn’t love me.
No, you can’t love me.

I have no ambition to speak of,
No sparkle in my eyes,
No reason to smile,
I'm a consolation prize.
I beg your forgiveness,
But baby, you can’t love me…