One day you’ll have a doubt If you’re pretty or not If you’re smart enough to talk Fit just right to simply walk
Every day I ask myself If I’m worthy whatsoever To be taken as equal, To be treated as clever
There’s no use to fool the mirror You don’t like what you see Here’s a pretty way of lie: Self-fulfilling prophecy
Lie to yourself Others will buy it Lie to yourself In the end that will do Lost in your own lies Live it believe it You will confuse bullcrap with truth
Any other day I wonder What’s your thought of my shape Am I in, am I out Do my fingers remind grape
Every day I ask myself If I’m worthy whatsoever To be taken as equal, To be treated as clever
If my jokes are sharp If my hair is messy If my smell is funny If my thighs are solid If my voice is nasal If my mood is cranky Yes, it certainly is Bye Bye