I’m the kind of hybrid of a cartoon and a feature some have thought me lovely others saw an ugly creature Some have thought me right on time and others found me tired, and I couldn’t count the times my back side has been admired. Beauty is glitter in my eyes. I really wanted roses but you sent me custard pies. Isn’t it a pity that I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but sometimes I feel when I kick up my heels in the sun, I’m the loveliest one. Isn’t it a pity that I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but sometimes I feel when I kick up my heels in the sun, I’m the loveliest one. I’m the kind of cross between a pupil and a teacher, some have found me lovely others saw an ugly creature. I have found my image has obscured all that I am, but who said you can’t mix vinegar with jam. Beauty is glitter in my eyes, I really wanted roses but you sent me custard pies. Isn’t it a pity that I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but sometimes I feel when I kick up my heels in the sun, I’m the loveliest one. Isn’t it a pity that I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but sometimes I feel when I kick up my heels in the sun, I’m the loveliest one. Isn’t it a pity the London image makers, faces made for mirror breaking, you know their magazines cannot affect my self esteem. Beauty I’m the kind of hybrid of a cartoon and a feature some have thought me lovely others saw an ugly creature Some have thought me right on time and others found me tired, and I couldn’t count the times my back side has been admired. Beauty is glitter in my eyes. I really wanted roses but you sent me custard pies. Isn’t it a pity that I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but sometimes I feel when I kick up my heels in the sun, I’m the loveliest one. Isn’t it a pity that I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but sometimes I feel when I kick up my heels in the sun, I’m the loveliest one.