Life will give you lemons
And you might hate lemonade
Conformity will kill you
But we do it anyway
And there may just be that one girl
Who flirts with all the boys
And you might just want to punch her
Cause you truly are annoyed
Now face the facts, cause here they are
You may just look that way
But baby you are cool enough
To fight back at these days
Everyone is beautiful
We just don't know it yet
So stretch your brain and you'll go far
When in that calm mind set
Too tall or short or blonde or dumb
We all have little quirks
If you ever get made fun of
Then shoot back a silent smirk
If you can't play or dance or run
Trust you'll be fine
And if you still don't believe me
Then give it a little time
I can see your future
Here in my crystal ball
Yes you'll grow out of being short
And end up six feet tall
Not everybody comes from money
So don't laugh at what they wear
Don't gossip 'bout the new girl
And never point or stare
Would you change your wardrobe
If brown bags were the new fashion
Would you go trapsing off to London
If if was someone else's passion?
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