I’d like to tell this one girl I know
That her eyes always show
How it all hits her so rough
I know that guy that you know
And that it’s all now through
Because he though you weren’t good enough
I heard that the people at work
Who hate the odd and a quirk
Never gave you the time of day
I heard what they said
About the jobs that you lead
That you weren’t good enough to stay
Forget the work and romance
Remember how you used to dance
You were the best on the floor
Because that’s what you really are
The best at what you love and by far
I know that you’re good enough and more
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