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
