Velveteen
Words and music by Kathy Mar © 1988


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When I was born and taken home all snuggled close and warm
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I didn't know at all that there were defects in my form.
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The years and all they brought to me have left their marks behind,
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But if someone can love me still I'm sure that I won't mind.

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	I can only wish someone will know just how I feel,
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	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 rubbed-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.