The red is for your lips, the blue is for your eyes.
The white is for your skin, the pink is for your cheeks.
The yellow is for your hair, the bourbon is for your blood.
How beautiful they take you as? When everyone is trying to be as one?
They want unique they want change but they don't differ from the thoughts they think
When they see you with that face
And that body, slim and healthy
They think everything is shady
You're the sun
When the moon's just as beautiful
They don't see they are stuck
They will continue a path to a wall
Because there's so much
that's not what they want
If they just changed themselves
Maybe they too would be
happy