She was a girl born in ninety-six
A common lass she was
Her hair was often curly, always fixed
But her face almost full of zits
She's insecure and ashamed
Of how her face could not be tamed
She smiles widely and bright
But her heart was full of fright
Afraid to fall inlove again,
For she was impulsive back then
She'd find a man she'd call 'Prince'
But he'd always leave her crying on her shins
Now she's learned and on-guard
Careful not to fall so hard
She has put her heart inside a cage
Not to let anyone inflict upon it damage
Won't anymore fall for a bag of tricks
This girl born in ninety-six
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