She's only seven years old but she might as well be seventeen, She thinks every girl oughta look like the ones on the TV and magazines.
She says "Mamma, when i grow up, How can I look like them?" Mamma says "Baby, it's easy enough, Just remember..."
The beautiful eyes, look for the good in someone every day The beautiful smile, don't miss your chance to give one away The beautiful lips say something sweet and beautiful hands help those in need That's what it's really all about That's what makes you pretty, That's what makes you pretty, That's what makes you pretty, Inside and out.
Mamma's prayin' that the words she just said She'll sooner or later say again. It's easy to see that growing up now is harder than it's ever been
So much pressure today to be perfect, When is it gonna stop? It seems that we're all caught up in a circus And the world's forgotten...
Ptsi Şub. 09, 2009 6:27 pm