When I was a child, kids would laugh and call me Yoda,
Because I was short and gross.
They’d come round, punch me in the balls and walk away,
And I wouldn’t know what to say.
In the movies there’d be the one that you could count on,
To take away the pain,
Cute and sweet, yeah, she’d help you wrap your feet,
When you dragged your ragged, bloody-ass back home.
Chorus: You were my TV Girl, the one like in the movies,
The sun rose when I saw your face,
You were my TV girl; Hepburn, Weaver, Zuniga,
Now the TV’s off you’ve gone away.
I did not deserve you, you angel in the night,
You smiled and everything’s alright.
But the kids still laugh, and they call me names,
In my head always the same.
Chorus
In Spokane, Washington, the only brown folks to find,
Were the ones who mowed your lawn.
I haven’t grown much since then,
I haven’t changed in my heart,
I laugh and I love everyone.
Chorus
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