'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 clean
You told me: Get a job, then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 lot