What’s wrong with me Look at her Look at me There not a lot of difference I see You ask me her name Making me feel shame Because you didn’t ask mind That wasn’t the first time That happen to me Is it my personality? What is it that she has that I don’t? That makes you want To step up Am I not good enough? Do I look like dirt? Do I stank Why can’t you say two words to me that ain’t What’s your friend name? What’s my name? Why don’t you want? Mo info On me But no you looking at bookey Don’t get me wrong it’s not that I’m not happy for my friend But what don’t you understand Everyone’s asking me her name like it’s some kind of game What’s wrong with me? Ain’t I pretty?