Michael W. Smith
Pull all your hair up
Dab on the make-up
Trying hard to look so pristine
Like a face in a magazine
Those fancy dresses and media pressure
Have got you feeling so plain and small
If you don´t look like a paper doll
In a world where the goal is
To be like the Joneses
It´s guarnteed to drive you wild
Keeping up with with the latest style
Gaze in the mirrow
You want the glamour
And the grace of a movie star
But I like you the way you are
You are the only one I´m dreaming of
Couse baby don´t you know that I love
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You, girl
You don´t have to be picture perfect
To be in my world
Girl
You don´t have to be piture perfect
To fit the frame
You´re tender, you´re tactful
Girl, you´re a naturel
You posses a heart that´s true
That´s what I like about you
One in a million
Yeah, that´s a given
Ther´s a beauty inside of you
And it shows on the outside you
No competention, you´re way in the lead
And baby don´t you know that I need
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(hinzugefügt von Weindl)