Maybe I wear glasses, or I have crooked teeth
I may be short and ugly, clumsy with two left feet
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to see the real me, the beauty within my soul
But I have qualities inside that are more beautiful than yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, while mine goes through and through
While you grow old and ugly, my beauty will always shine
Greed and lust has guided you, while I've been generous and kind
So all your words to hurt me and demean my character
Will soon come back to haunt you when you're old and vain
And your hair is thinning, no longer a beauty queen
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to see the real me, the beauty within my soul
But I have qualities inside that are more beautiful than yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, while mine goes through and through
While you grow old and ugly, my beauty will always shine
Greed and lust has guided you, while I've been generous and kind
So all your words to hurt me and demean my character
Will soon come back to haunt you when you're old and vain
And your hair is thinning, no longer a beauty queen
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