Ugly

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 'cause I can't take the heat I wanna leave but I stay in my seat 'cause I'm ugly with a capital you 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 'cause I'm ugly with a capital you And I don't need a mirror to see that it's true 'cause I'm ugly with a capital you And I need nobody to tell me the truth --- Ugly - Juliana Hatfield