They call me cute, they call me fine, but do they know how hard it is to shine? They say 'Hold still' they say 'Your mine' but I'm not theirs, can't they see the sign? They say 'You're perfect; smart and cute', But I feel like a small river newt. Being a 'beauty' is rough, you'll see. But if you want to trade places, I'll beg and I'll plead. Help me with this problem, the one no one can solve, If I could, I'd let my power and beauty devolve.
