A little red-headed girl Stood at the mirror Studying her face She didn't like her nose And all of those freckles She'd love to erase Her inventory told the story And from where she stood There's so much she would change Oh if she could
As she said to herself I'd be anyone else If it were up to me Her mom walked in And said with a grin One day girl you'll see
There's a million stars In the summer sky And each one has its name There's a million snowflakes In the wintertime But no two are quite the same And there's something You can't see right now But one day girl you'll know In a field that's full of daisy's You're the only rose
You can talk about clothes Talk about make-up That's a matter of style And I bet mona lisa's mother Heard her daughter say She didn't like her smile What's inside you just can't hide 'Cause beauty runs so deep And one day you'll knock Some young man right off his feet
