I know I’m not Mr. Perfect; My body’s not the greatest thing;
My mind is not the sharpest tack; I know that I can’t sing.

But you chose me, so quit looking… at all those other guys;
What’s the matter with me? Am I just the loser’s prize?

You keep me down and dirty, beneath the radar screen;
When I come to find you, you’re never on the scene.

You told me that you loved me, once upon a time.
What’s the matter with me? Am I not worth a dime?

It seems I’m never good enough… to be with you my dear,
Whenever I try to talk to you, you never seem to hear.

You made me love you, now you ignore me; what’s a guy to do?
I guess that what I have to offer really just won’t do.

What’s the matter with me?

Tell me darling, won’t you please, before you walk away?
What’s the matter with me? Am I not the flavor of the day?

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