Everybody's got a little thing or two Buried deep inside like a cursed jewel Knock your bounds off, rattle in the cage There goes my sweetheart with her old rage So many colors to your misery I think it's time to share an epiphany The very things that you hate the most Or the ones that I don't I think you look good like that With your hair pulled back On your first cigarette Like the day we met I think you look good that way In your jet black shades Still a true suffragette Like the day we met I'm the same as you, I've got a scar free Covered up, no doubt, I can guarantee It's all a state of mind that gets you guessing Maybe they're just perfect imperfections So many colors to your misery I think it's time to share an epiphany The very things that you hate the most Or the ones that I don't I think you look good like that With your hair pulled back On your first cigarette Like the day we met I think you look good that way In your jet black shades Still a true suffragette Like the day we met So what you think, I'll just wait here by the door Don't know the answers to the questions you look for There ain't a, oh there ain't a remedy or cure To make the change in and get the fixing done Fixing done I think you look good like that With your hair pulled back On your first cigarette Like the day we met I think you look good that way In your jet black shades Still a true suffragette Like the day we met