She looks in the mirror and all she can see
Is the ugliness she feels, and she knows she can’t be
Pretty like the girls in the magazines.
All she wants to be is
Beautiful.
Her friends tell her she’s pretty but she can’t believe
The evil lies that they spin; she’s not naive
And everybody looks at her like they understand.
All she wants to be is
Beautiful.
All the boys want her number but they only want one thing;
She’ll never give it up until she see’s a ring.
Her friends call her silly ’cause she’s so protective of her body.
All she wants to be is
Beautiful.
So she lets down her hair and hides her face;
Her mind an empty space.
She feels what she wants and the rush that comes with it.
All she wants to be is
Beautiful.
Never again will she stoop that low; she can’t even dwell
Never again is what she feels; she’d rather be in hell
She stops to think about all that it’s worth because
All she wants to be is
Beautiful.
She’s knows it’s not worth changing who she be
She takes joy in saying ‘I’m beautiful. I’m me.’
Because she didn’t have to change a thing
And in the end all she is
Is Beautiful
