Say the sun, never set quite right for you, You wearin' the green, that always turned you to blue. I was never quite in focus, with a smile so out of place, Nothing's quite as beautiful, as when you're fallin' from grace. And I've been wild, so willing So torn, a little 'frayed But never beautiful... or suitable to frame. I've got my blacks, you've got your whites, I've got my wrongs, they serve you so right, so right. Come on Cinderella, won't you get on past the pain, And find your photograph, that fits your frame. And I've been wild, so willing So torn, a little 'frayed But never beautiful....or suitable to frame. I know you want someone like you are. You know you need someone like you are.. And I've been wild, so willing So torn, a little 'fraid Never beautiful... never suitable Never beautiful or suitable to frame.... to frame