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I don't want your Monday morning make-up 

Or your Friday evening confidence in the aftermath of booze

No, I want to be here for the Tuesday morning wake-up

and the Mid-week Wednesday blues

Yes, I want to see the full picture 

What is it that makes you uniquely you?

I don't want your plastered smile

Or your picture-perfect, curated attire

Don't waste your time with your resume

Or whatever they said it is that you ought to say

Don't give me those perfect lash blinks

or the rub against the arm

I'm not looking for that unrealistic charm 

What I'm looking for is the ugly cry

The nasty zit on the tip of your nose

That you suppose is gross

hit me with your cheat day

exercise, sweat, and hairspray 

I want authentic, okay

I won't have it any other way

Because I've seen beneath the facade 

the plastic lacquered varnish 

you wear every time that you go outside 

That version of you just isn't true

I don't know how to get it through, 

you're so much cooler when 

you're just YOU