You look hard but you hardly notice
The inner workings of the beauty queen
All you see are the hair and makeup
Which has you think what's wrong with me

You shiver the colder on your shoulder
Heart packed neatly in deep freeze
Beauty fades as we get older
Yet still, you wonder what's wrong with me

What really counts is the in not out
So why do you feel the need to continually beat
Yourself up over what you see in others
As you steep deep in what's wrong with me

What you've got is straight from God
And believe you me, he's happy with what he sees
And he wishes that you would stop this nonsense
In your repeat of what's wrong with me

Because according to Him "Not A Thing"