Own Kind Of Beautiful
You see glasses
And braces
And think, what's the word?
Oh yeah. Nerd.
You see a costume
And hear "Prepare for your doom."
And say : "Geek!"
"Such a freak!"
But we don't care
'Cause there's one thing we share
We don't need to be cool
On the inside, we're our own kind of beautiful
That nerd could fix your car
Or be a famous movie star
And that geek could make
The next blockbuster, just wait
The kid who doesn't learn the same way
You call her retarded under your breath every day
Then you get a new algebra tutor
And are shocked to see it's her.
But we don't care
'Cause there's one thing we share
Don't need to be cool
On the inside we're our own kind of beautiful
No need, no how
We don't need to wow
We are proud, we are tall
We don't need your opinion at all.
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