Says she wants to look that way
But her hair isn't straight her body isn't fake
And she's always felt overweight
Well little girl fourteen I wish that you could see
That beauty is within your heart
And you were made with such care your skin, your body and your hair
maybe I'm foolish, or a little too childish.
maybe I'm not girly and my hair isn't twirly.
sometimes I don't smile and I can't run a mile.
some wish I was <quiet>, I should go on a diet.
my heart can break in two, and I wouldn't change a thing for you
