When that old mirror on your wall
Said you're the fairest of them all

You said:
"do you think the other boys really care
If the color of the clothes that I wear
Matches my hair?"

And I said:
Oh even though your make-up is a mess
And if you look a bit last-year in that dress
To me, you're wonderful
Nothing more, nothing less

You may lack style
You may lack grace
With lipstick smeared across your face

But I still think we make a beautiful pair
Take me dancing, let the good people stare
I really don't care

Because...
Oh even though your make-up is a mess
And if you look a bit last-year in that dress
To me, you're wonderful
Nothing more, nothing less

And when your dance looks like a dying cockroach
On the kitchen floor
I can't help it, I just like you more

Oh when gravity's made teabags of your breasts
And you're too fat to fit into your wedding dress
You still look wonderful
Well, just your absolute best

You said:
"it's ridiculous, the size of my head
Who could ever want to take me to bed
I'ts driving me mad"

And I said:
Oh even though your make-up is a mess
And if you look a bit last-year in that dress
To me, you're wonderful
Nothing more, nothing less

So please don't tell me no-one loves you
'cause I do