I don't like keeping up,
I live my life at my own my pace.
Reflective surfaces, make me scared of my own face.
I like amusement parks, the spinning rides amuse me.
And I'm scared of the dark, and shiny things confuse me.

Mom says that I'm talented, I'm her number one.
Dad says that I'm OK, I'm special, I'm exceptional...
I'm gifted.

I get my hair cut, by my mom, I look so smart.
I like being different,
From all the rest who don't take part.
With all their boring games, wear what I want, do what I like.
My bag's got racing stripes, and I've got speed holes on my bike.

Mom says that I'm talented, I'm her number one.
Dad says that I'm OK, I'm special, I'm exceptional...
I'm gifted.

Mom says that I'm talented, I'm her number one.
Dad says that I'm OK, I'm special, I'm exceptional...
I'm gifted.


Lyrics submitted by El_Diablo_1987

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