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Click hereHer tussel of hair is quite a mess.
She wears clunky shoes, a tawdry dress.
Her front teeth are in misalignment.
As though she has lived in confinement
She is lacking in social graces.
Oh, what she does in public spaces
You might not do even privately.
She is the one. She's the one for me.
She's a model of imperfection
And the object of my affection.
In my life she's the one who I want.
When I find her I'll call off the hunt
For a model of imperfection,
The only star of my affection.
It's no matter if she makes you hurl.
When we make love she makes my toes curl.
Imperfect, she's unafraid to be.
That's why she's the one, the one for me.