Текст песни Child of Books - Pimple Old Version

I had a dream to meet a girl Gorgeous and pretty like
Marilyn Monroe That would love my shallow soul And show me all the things that
Iv been dreaming of
But no one seemed to care
When I am so nice but
shyness hold me off
Iv tried to find her everywhere
But I simply wasted all my money
of
Than I saw her sitting on the bench
So sweet and cold
I caught her sight
And now I am ready to go
But suddenly I felt thing ache on
my brow and I realised
Oh NO!
Iv got a pimple on my face
Man I think I don't have a chance
Iv got a pimple on my face
Man I think I don't have a chance
Shell say Oh, sorry I am busy tonight
Or even Oh, sorry you are not my type

It was a terrible flop
I must be out of karma
I dont have luck at all
I need some time to restore
I was punched in a soul
Now my ego is so small
I felt down down
On the floor
Of my home sweet home
Its not nice to know
That everywhere I go
I am doomed to be alone
Cause every time I contemplate a pretty
There is something going wrong
On my wide wide brow
I fell frustration when I look right in the mirror
And I am thinking
OH NO