| My skins got spots and they shine in the spotlights
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| Hair so soft under certain hot light
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| Teeth can bite but they not so white
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| I’m pretty 'cause I’ve got awesome looks
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| Sometimes I’m insecure
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| At least I’m sure 'bout that
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| But does it really matter?
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| When I know it ain’t all 'bout that
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| You can go feel my energy
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| It’s nothing but good vibes
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| Nothing really matters
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| No I ain’t gotta hide
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| Watch me be my own type of pretty
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| I don’t need to be hyped to feel me
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| Sitting in my bed alone, dressed in jams, in my zone
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| Watch me be my own type of pretty
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| My lips are chapped 'cause I keep on stressing
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| I hope my flaws don’t need addressing
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| I gotta say it’s quite depressing
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| That people don’t see these things are blessings
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| Sometimes I’m insecure
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| At least I’m sure 'bout that
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| But does it really matter?
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| When I know it ain’t all 'bout that
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| You can go feel my energy
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| It’s nothing but good vibes
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| Nothing really matters
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| No I ain’t gotta hide
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| Watch me be my own type of pretty
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| I don’t need to be hyped to feel me
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| Sitting in my bed alone, dressed in jams, in my zone
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| Watch me be my own type of pretty
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| Mum, I got hair on my arms
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| Mum, I got hair everywhere
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| The kids in school said I’m not too pretty
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| And they laughed out loud but it’s not so witty to me
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| Do you think that I’m ugly? |
| Do you think that I’m not?
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| If they say I’m different is it a good thing? |
| Is it not?
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| So I told 'em so honestly, so perfectly, so pretty damn nicely
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| To watch me be my own type of pretty
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| I don’t need to be hyped to feel me
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| Sitting in my bed alone, dressed in jams, in my zone
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| Watch me be my own type of pretty |