My hair's a wreck
Mascara runs
My feet get dirty and my skin burns in the sun
My lips, they bleed
But I still sing my songs
Takes me a minute to admit it when I'm wrong

Pretty is as pretty does, but pretty's not my thing...

This is what you get
This is who I am
Take me now or leave me
Any way you can
Sometimes I trip and fall
But I know where I stand
If you're thinking about changing my direction,
Why mess with imperfection?

My back is weak
But my will is true
Got good intentions but I never follow through
And I say too much
Don't know when to leave
In case you're looking, that's my heart there on my sleeve

Ego trips and stupid slipups, I'm a mess but...

Chorus

Scratched and bruised, a little used, but baby I work fine
You might call me damaged goods, but I'm one of a kind

My hair's a wreck
No, I'm not perfect but I'm not the only one...