They tell me I'm pretty
That my smile is the best-
They've ever seen

They tell me I've got lovely hair
They say they're jealous
And ask me the secret to such beauty

But they wouldn't be jealous
If they saw,
What was inside this pretty girl.

They wouldn't be jealous
If they saw she was losing her mind
And her smile disappeared when left alone

They wouldn't be jealous
If they knew she pulled her pretty hair
From anger and frustration

They wouldn't be jealous
If they looked more closely.