When that old mirror on your wall Said you're the fairest of them all You said: "Do you think the other boys really care If the color of the clothes that I wear Matches my hair?" And I said: Oh even though your make-up is a mess And if you look a bit last-year in that dress To me, you're wonderful Nothing more, nothing less You may lack style You may lack grace With lipstick smeared across your face But I still think we make a beautiful pair Take me dancing, let the good people stare I really don't care Because... Oh even though your make-up is a mess And if you look a bit last-year in that dress To me, you're wonderful Nothing more, nothing less And when your dance looks like a dying cockroach On the kitchen floor I can't help it, I just like you more Oh when gravity's made teabags of your breasts And you're too fat to fit into your wedding dress You still look wonderful Well, just your absolute best You said: "It's ridiculous, the size of my head Who could ever want to take me to bed I'ts driving me mad" And I said: Oh even though your make-up is a mess And if you look a bit last-year in that dress To me, you're wonderful Nothing more, nothing less So please don't tell me no-one loves you 'Cause I do