I’m not the girl
That all the boys are chasing,
But my heart I
Am constantly misplacing;
Holding onto guys who don’t notice me.
I see you’re thinking.
There are girls on every corner,
And I wish you
Could see me through my armor.
Take an honest look, and I think you’ll see

I think you should pick me.
Pick me.
My heart’s too big for my own good.
Pick me.
I know I don’t have a big chest,
But I’ll love you more than all the rest.
I’d die without you.
Can’t you see
That you should pick me?

I may not be
The most talented or witty,
But I pray that
You find me somewhat pretty.
When I hear your voice, I feel like soaring.
There’s the girl with the
Perfect complexion.
Oh, she may look like a dream
But she’ll give you no affection.
I don’t want to be anything like her; she’s boring.

I think you should pick me.
Pick me.
My heart’s too big for my own good.
Pick me.
I know that I have acne scars,
But I’m full of love that could be ours.
Open your eyes
And I think you’ll see
That you should pick me.

I’m not the girl with the
Perfect complexion,
But I think we have
A powerful connection.
Please, please, hear my plea . . .

I think you should pick me.
Pick me.
My heart’s too big for my own good.
Pick me.
I know I don’t have sexy hair,
But I sure hope that you don’t care.
Open your eyes and see . . .
I may not be the liveliest,
But I’d take a bullet in the chest
For you.
Can’t you see . . .
That’s you should pick me?