I don't look like her. I don't see those curves on me. Every square picture, each one is prettier to see. I don't like her clothes. I don't have a ring in my nose. I know what you like but daisies don't compare to a rose. And I'm not a vision of perfection, and I so wish that love was blind. With every beautiful smile, I will hide. Cause I don't look like her, and she don't look like me. Am I who you want? Or am I who you need? I don't have tattoos, instead I just have bruises on me. My skin isn't golden, when it turns cold by the sea. And I don't like to surf, no sun kissed hair or clear skin. No I'm not that skinny, but not curvy enough to be fit. And I'm not a vision of perfection, and I so wish that love was blind. With every beautiful smile, I will hide. Cause I don't look like her, and she don't look like me. Am I who you want? Or am I who you need? Cause I don't look like her, and she don't look like me. Am I who you want? Or am I who you need?