Reference: If you don't figure this one out, you're hopeless! :-)
C FMaj7 G E7
When I was born and taken home all snuggled close and warm
Am Dm Dsus4 G
I didn't know at all that there were defects in my form
C Dm E7 Am
The years and all they brought to me have left their marks behind
Dm C G C
But if someone can love me still I'm sure that I won't mind
Dm C E7 Am
I can only wish someone will know just how I feel
F C G C
And love me when I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
I've often heard the stories of the ones that love made real
And often I have thought that I would someday learn to feel
I sit here only watching at the borders of my life
And the fear of never being loved has pierced me like a knife
I can only wish someone will know just how I feel
And love me when I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
Now someone special in my life has made my wish occur
In spite of my misshapen form and shabby worn-out fur
I know that I am loved each time I see that someone's eyes
They tell me I am real in ways that nothing can disguise
And I have got my wish for someone who knows just how I feel
He's loved me, though I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
Now all you ladies worried 'cause your shape is not quite true
And all you men with loved-off fur and scalp that's showing through
And all you minds with failing seams and fear where all can see
Take heart from this true lesson from a worn-out shabby me
And I can only hope that someone will know just how you feel
And love you, though you're shabby, quite enough to make you real
C FMaj7 G E7
When I was born and taken home all snuggled close and warm
Am Dm Dsus4 G
I didn't know at all that there were defects in my form
C Dm E7 Am
The years and all they brought to me have left their marks behind
Dm C G C
But if someone can love me still I'm sure that I won't mind
Dm C E7 Am
I can only wish someone will know just how I feel
F C G C
And love me when I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
I've often heard the stories of the ones that love made real
And often I have thought that I would someday learn to feel
I sit here only watching at the borders of my life
And the fear of never being loved has pierced me like a knife
I can only wish someone will know just how I feel
And love me when I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
Now someone special in my life has made my wish occur
In spite of my misshapen form and shabby worn-out fur
I know that I am loved each time I see that someone's eyes
They tell me I am real in ways that nothing can disguise
And I have got my wish for someone who knows just how I feel
He's loved me, though I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
Now all you ladies worried 'cause your shape is not quite true
And all you men with loved-off fur and scalp that's showing through
And all you minds with failing seams and fear where all can see
Take heart from this true lesson from a worn-out shabby me
And I can only hope that someone will know just how you feel
And love you, though you're shabby, quite enough to make you real