If my face did glow with the grease of acne
And my cheeks were marred with zits unpopped
Could you see my soul though all the bumpy
Oily swells of skin that are up on top?

Call me pizza face, with extra crisco
Perhaps some names I've never heard
I don't know, don't really care
Nothing can add to my despair

Pimple on my nostril
Won't allow my head to sneeze,
Nor nose to blow

Reach out your hand, if your eyes are blinded
If your hands can feel, then I lose again
Let it be known, this is a body
That's not been touched by hands of women

There is a cure; no simple face wash
Prescribed by Doc, that can fix the blight
And if it works, then I'm in buisiness
This face is for your lips alone

Pimple on my body
They are all over my face
And parts unknown

No more blues! My face is clearing
But still I'm sitting all alone
Under it all, I'm just plain ugly
If I'd known it then, I'd have just stayed home

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