Love yourself, girl, or nobody will Though you're a woman, I don't know how you deal With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels; I feel for you Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you You wake up, put makeup on, stare in the mirror But it's clear that you can't face what's wrong; no need to fix What God already put his paint brush on; your roommate yelling "Why you gotta take so long?" What it's like to have a crooked smile