If I was like him I'd know all the right words If I was like him I'd know some real birds Apart from those in my dreams And in magazines Just look at his hair His hair's dark and wavy It just isn't fair Mine's the colour of gravy Edward/Mickey: Each part of his face Is in just the right place, is He laughing at me At my nose, did he notice I should wear a brace That i've got halitosis Mickey/Edward: When nature picked on me She chose to stick on me Eyes that don't match I've got ears that stand out Edward/Mickey: She picked the wrong batch When she handed mine out And then she attacked me With permanent acne I wish I was a bit like Wish that I could score a hit like Be justa little bit like Mickey/Edward: That guy That guy I wish that I could be like Just a little less like me Like the kinda guy I see, like Edward/Mickey: That guy That guy