| Looking in the mirror not likin' what I see
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| Wishin' I was surer 'bout insecurities
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| Tell me I will never be the fairest of 'em all
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| Always feel like I’m not quite good enough
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| Who, who
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| Who’s gonna love and hold me sacred
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| Who, who
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| Who’s gonna wanna hold me close
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| Who’s gonna wanna see me naked
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| Cherish me and give to me
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| What I need the most
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| I swear when he looks at me
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| He’s likin' what he sees
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| He says he wants to kiss me
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| It’s too much to believe
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| I shy away 'cause I’m afraid
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| I just might mess it up
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| Self-conscious and a bit afraid of love
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| Who, who
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| Well who would’ve thought I’d be thought special
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| Who knew
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| I would find my place at last
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| Who, who
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| Who’s now standin' at the dresser
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| Dancin', prancin' at my image in that
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| Same lookin' glass
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| Who, who
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| Well I’m soarin' like an eagle
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| Who, who
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| Now that I have spread my wings
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| Who knew
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| I’d be feelin' proud and regal
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| Like a storybook princess, who knew
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| Who, who
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| Whoever knows what’s gonna happen
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| Who, who
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| Has made my dreams come true
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| Who, who
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| Well, it’s someone up there clappin'
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| It’s the very one I always knew, who knew |