Stop calling me names
Don't make me feel small
Is there nobody else
That you could call
The name calling please has got to stop
You always go right over the top
I may be no beauty queen or Marilyn Monroe
But every day you make me feel low
Miserable, ugly and I'm a waste of space
You're gonna get someone to take my place
You're hurtful, you're nasty, you're dragging me down
And you wonder why I always wear a frown
We can't carry on like this
I'm asking you to stop
You say I am so big
And that soon I'm gonna pop
You do it in front of family and friends
It stops right now, this is where it ends
You look at me and laugh like I'm some big joke
I hope that one day, on your words, you choke
You're no oil painting or James Dean
Now promise you're gonna stop being mean
You're supposed to love me, you're supposed to care
So stop calling me names, tread careful, beware
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