Wings that are useless to fly with. Feathers on my tail that are weak and dry.
They call me the ugly duckling. Is that who I am?
My big, fat body.My dark, grey feathers.
They call me the ugly duckling. Is that who I am?
There is no one like me, no matter where I look.
There is no one to console me, no matter who I call.
The one who reaches out is always me, reflected in the water.
The one who reaches out is always me, trapped in the water.
Wings that are useless to fly with. Feathers on my tail that are weak and dry.
They call me the ugly duckling. This is where I belong.
My big, fat body.My dark, grey feathers.
They call me the ugly duckling. This is where I rest.
Wings that are useless to fly with. Feathers on my tail that are weak and dry.
They call me the ugly duckling. Is that who I am?
My big, fat body.My dark, grey feathers.
They call me the ugly duckling. Is that who I am?
There is no one like me, no matter where I look.
There is no one to console me, no matter who I call.
The one who reaches out is always me, reflected in the water.
The one who reaches out is always me, trapped in the water.
Wings that are useless to fly with. Feathers on my tail that are weak and dry.
They call me the ugly duckling. This is where I belong.
My big, fat body.My dark, grey feathers.
They call me the ugly duckling. This is where I rest.