Baby, make me feel like the way that you do
You look so pretty, awfully pretty
Sitting in your throne size stoop
But I’m an ugly kid
Ugly enough to not want to exist
I’m an ugly kid and you’re that pitch perfect angel
Singing your classic smashing hit
Now I’m glad I exist
Your eyes twinkle like all your tears from last night
But if I make you cry again
I think that I might just die
I’m such a fucking ugly kid
Ugly enough to just want to just quit
I’m an ugly kid
And you’re like a summer sunset in Stockholm
I’m like being stuck in fucking Bakersfield
And walking home
Baby, make me feel like the way that you do
You look so pretty, awfully pretty
Sitting in your throne size stoop
But I’m an ugly kid
Ugly enough to not want to exist
I’m an ugly kid and you’re that pitch perfect angel
Singing your classic smashing hit
Now I’m glad I exist
Nothing helps make up minds like roses or
A lot of time but I’ll just be sitting here
Not close to you or somewhere near
‘Cause if you get too close to lovely bird it flies away
A bird I should of been glad to see
Instead of sad it wants to leave
Should be happy, even if it’s all without me
Baby, make me feel like the way that you do
You look so pretty, awfully pretty
Sitting in your throne size stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop
(He’s an ugly kid, such an ugly kid)
Listen to this fucking trumpet, holy shit
Stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop
(He’s an ugly kid, such an ugly kid)
That was a story of the kid
Who fuckin’, was real chunky growin’ up
And then he gets older and guess what?
He’s a little less chunky!