My hair doesn't exactly flow right
Like the way it does for other girls
I know I'm a pretty messy sight
It's a bit of a fuzz rather than curls

I hope you don't mind my eyes
I never really wear any face paint
It just feels like such a disguise
Without it, I've never gotten complaint

Not much effort is put into my looks
I hope that doesn't disappoint you
I learned to flirt from my books
Not too brilliant but it'll do

I always prayed to be who everyone adored
For my looks, my heart, and for me
Took me a while to learn I was made by the Lord
And that allows me to be me, and free