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  Beauty Within Me


Skinny, fair, beautiful, with a high heels stand
I stopped and looked in the high way
Saying, why am I ugly?
The sweet smile and attitude when she's around.

I looked at the mirror without any doubts
I am pretty inside and out
Every steps and head held high
I'm confidentially beautiful with a heart.

And if you'll ask me beauty isn't always what the eyes see
Real asset comes from a good personality
For as long as you are not hurting anybody
Just be yourself because that's the best you can be
No pretending, no concealing, no comparing.

Pick yourself from that, honey you don't deserve to be there
Stand up, let your voice be heard, speak up with your head high
Despite of your imperfections, you'd still be perfect
Perfectly, just the way you are.

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