Juliana Hatfield. Hey Babe. Ugly. Zeneszám

I don't look at faces, I look at my feet
I'm all alone when I walk down the street
I'm in the kitchen 'cos I can't take the heat
I wanna leave but I stay in my seat

'Cos I'm ugly with a capital U
And I don't need a mirror to see that it's true

Ask me a question then I will mess up, ooh
I'll tell a lie and I'll never fess up
I'm pretty lost but I don't wanna be found
No no no no no
My tiny screams don't make a sound, no

'Cos I'm ugly with a capital U
And I don't need a mirror to see that it's true
'Cos I'm ugly with a capital U
And I need nobody to tell me the truth