Skinny Legs

My skinny legs, my skinny legs

Echoes of my childhood days

With legs like broomsticks And taunts along the way Boys will be boys,

Always teasing little girls I know I was there As there was nowhere else to go

They'd draw pictures of pegs As they taunted me Shaped into paper planes And they would set them free They'd aim at me And it would make me cry Which would make them laugh At my skinny legs

My skinny legs, my skinny legs

The object of such ridicule My skinny legs, my skinny legs

The reason that I disliked my school But years went by When the world of fashion Would pounce upon me eagerly

And for pictures of me, they would beg A glimpse of numerous magazines With a close-up of my so-called pegs Would grace the fashion pages boldly Not a bad outcome for my skinny legs

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