Rough skin, chapped lips,
acne sprouting on my cheeks;
A girl who they wish not to see,
Ugly, that's what they call me.
But despite my unattractive face,
you looked at me;
And said that every God's creation,
is a work of beauty.
Rough skin, chapped lips,
acne sprouting on my cheeks;
A girl who they wish not to see,
Ugly, that's what they call me.
But despite my unattractive face,
you looked at me;
And said that every God's creation,
is a work of beauty.