I might not ever be famous, but I can write you a song
I might not be a genius, but I still have some great thoughts
I may not ever be skinny, but I've got something to grab
And I am not a fancy girl but, I'm certainly not drab
Certainly not drab. Oh whoa, whoa
I'm certainly not drab. Oh whoa, whoa
I might not be a scholar, but I did well in school
And I am not a criminal but, it's fun to break the rules
I wish my front teeth were smaller, but I can light up a room
Wish I was one of the cool kids, but maybe they do too
Maybe they do too. Oh whoa, whoa
Maybe they do too. Oh whoa, whoa
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I might not ever be wealthy, but my life is rich
And I am not a repairman, but there are many things I can fix
I wish my house was bigger, but then there'd be more to clean
I don't drive an expensive car, but it gets me from A to B
From A to B. Oh whoa, whoa
Gets me from A to B. Oh whoa, whoa
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I might not ever be famous, but I can write you a song
Cole Hansen - I'm OK Lyrics
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I might not ever be famous, but I can write you a song
I might not be a genius, but I still have some great thoughts
I may not ever be skinny, but I've got something to grab
And I am not a fancy girl but, I'm certainly not drab
Certainly not drab. Oh whoa, whoa
I'm certainly not drab. Oh whoa, whoa
I might not be a scholar, but I did well in school
And I am not a criminal but, it's fun to break the rules
I wish my front teeth were smaller, but I can light up a room
Wish I was one of the cool kids, but maybe they do too
Maybe they do too. Oh whoa, whoa
Maybe they do too. Oh whoa, whoa
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I might not ever be wealthy, but my life is rich
And I am not a repairman, but there are many things I can fix
I wish my house was bigger, but then there'd be more to clean
I don't drive an expensive car, but it gets me from A to B
From A to B. Oh whoa, whoa
Gets me from A to B. Oh whoa, whoa
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I might not ever be famous, but I can write you a song
I might not be a genius, but I still have some great thoughts
I may not ever be skinny, but I've got something to grab
And I am not a fancy girl but, I'm certainly not drab
Certainly not drab. Oh whoa, whoa
I'm certainly not drab. Oh whoa, whoa
I might not be a scholar, but I did well in school
And I am not a criminal but, it's fun to break the rules
I wish my front teeth were smaller, but I can light up a room
Wish I was one of the cool kids, but maybe they do too
Maybe they do too. Oh whoa, whoa
Maybe they do too. Oh whoa, whoa
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I might not ever be wealthy, but my life is rich
And I am not a repairman, but there are many things I can fix
I wish my house was bigger, but then there'd be more to clean
I don't drive an expensive car, but it gets me from A to B
From A to B. Oh whoa, whoa
Gets me from A to B. Oh whoa, whoa
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I get by with what I have
Comparison kills your dreams and steals your joy
I'm OK with who I am
I'd rather be hated for what I am than be adored for what I'm not
I might not ever be famous, but I can write you a song
Writer: Cole Hansen
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