Will you still love me if I'm not pretty? If all my teeth were broken and chipped If acne covered every inch of my skin And if my hair was always oily to the touch?
Will you still love me if I am no longer young? When all my teeth have been replaced When my skin is softly wrinkled like a well read book cover And when my beautiful red hair is turned white with age?
Will you still love me if I am truly me? All my insecurities and flaws I try to hide All the fears and doubts within my heart And all the dreams and ambitions I hold so dear?