She's not a seven, not an eight, not a nine

She's a ten, but I don't think she realizes
That every little flaw in her is perfect
She doesn't have it easy, but no one notices
Because she'd rather be alone than a cheerleader

She's a ten, but her life isn't
She has ninety-nine problems, each one too heavy
If she had three wishes, she'd rather not be who she is
I write a song for her but she deserves a hit

Everything's too much, look in her eyes, I felt the same
Numb feeling, screams are quiet, I want to get her out of there
There are days when she feels like she's buried under dust
And for some, such days never end

She's not a seven, not an eight, not a nine

She's a ten, but I don't think she realizes
That every little flaw in her is perfect
She doesn't have it easy, but no one notices
Because she'd rather be alone than a cheerleader (uh, uh, yeah)

Keep on walking, baby, when you're going through hell
From your black clouds, it's raining Purple Rain
If only you could see yourself through my eyes once
Then you'd count to ten with me

False friends fuck ego out of principle
No one who is loyal to her, everyone takes and no one gives (yeah)
She has put old dreams in the drawer (oho)
Wants to numb the pain, she dances with the devil

She's not a seven, not an eight, not a nine

She's a ten, but I don't think she realizes
That every little flaw in her is perfect
She doesn't have it easy, but no one notices
Because she'd rather be alone than a cheerleader (uhh, yeah)

Keep on walking, baby, when you're going through hell
From your black clouds, it's raining Purple Rain
If only you could see yourself through my eyes once
Then you'd count to ten with me

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