Tummy big to hide it
Breast too small to be seen
They call you a boy a shame to girls.
Body too thin.
Baby, imperfection kills
You could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The... More
Tummy big to hide it
Breast too small to be seen
They call you a boy a shame to girls.
Body too thin.
Baby, imperfection kills