BETTY

You’ve got your scars and you’ve got your birthmarks
You’ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You’ve got your secrets
You’ve got your regrets
Darling, we all do

You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
You won’t be no one’s daughter and no drunk man’s wife
If a wife at all
It’s a silly institution
Or so you keep insisting

You’ve got your scars and you’ve got your birthmarks

You’ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You’ve got your secrets
You’ve got your regrets
Darling, we all do

You’re cool coy, ’bout your strawberry hip
It’s you that’s hidden by the expectations
We want to see you, won’t you show us where to start?
You’re talking trash with your replica lips
It’s you that tickle in the conversation
Sweet Betty, won’t you show us who you are?

-Betty by Brooke Fraser

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