• Beauty runs far from me
    It’s always plain to see
    Look at me and you’ll see what I mean
    My beauty can never be seen

    Sometimes I’d cry to be beautiful
    I just want to look wonderful
    But I guess it’s never going to happen

    If I were pretty I wouldn’t take advantage of it
    I’d look after it, never scorn it
    But what I have now I was born with it
    So I should be proud of it

    Think I should smile
    Maybe my beauty may come in a while.
    It’s been months now I’ve realised
    I have natural beauty
    Even though people never call me a cutie
    One day I’ll step out into the streets and the people will be surprised