The people surounding me; in looks is where they are bloated with pride
Of this of course, I am so very sure, that upon wood I could knock
They have to walk the walk and be able to talk the talk
Not thinking much of, or giving a care on to what is inside
Well as for me, I have begun to learn my face
And I know for sure as well; that it is not a thing of grace (Nor will it ever be)
So I would rather work upon the parts of me
What is inside; That no one seems to really see
Some jesters will happen to say with a voice of stern
"Pray to the Lord she is ugly as sin,
And perhaps another will say in a kindly return;
"But luckily she has beauty deep within."