Even though I'm not.

You call me beautiful
I call delusional.
I call it like i see it, that's what you say.

You make me smile
Feel worth while.
I feel lucky knowing you, that's what you say.

Apparently I'm pretty great
I won't call it fate
But you do.

And hell I am no Shakespeare
I am no Picaso's Mona Lisa
Nice to meet ya.
Here I am, and here I stand.
And so you say, I should never change
rearrange
myself.

Ginger, Mary-Anne
I hear Gilligan has got a plan
And I agree with him
To convince you I am not
so great and much more grim.

I will say it 900 times
I don't see why I'm so fine.
And yes, secretly
I do adore it
When my looks
you won't ignore em.

I could love you in an instant
But I'll keep that to myself
With all my other silly thoughts
All propped upon on a shelf.

You call me lot's of pretty words
I call infatuated with a silly girl
I call it like i see it, that's what you say.

You said you'd love me too
when you were drunk one day.