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You used to say I was beautiful,

and compliment my hair.



You told me I was a beauty queen,

with skin oh so fair.



Then the roses stopped comming,

and the compliments too.



You said I couldn't cook like your mother,

until I threw a shoe.



You say your mother's smarter,

that she can do no better.



You tell me that I'm fat,

and that my hair's gone flat.



So I'll tell you where I stand at,

I AM thin and you ain't trim!