How is it that the beautiful of this land, can never see what we all can? They look at hips and look at face and wish they could just erase I look and such perfection, assembled in a heavenly collection Not to big not to small, not to short not to tall, just perfect in your all Why is it that you cannot see what is plain as day for all to see I am to old, to fat I wish I could change this, I wish I could change that Step back and look and see what friends, family and others can see You in your beautiful entirety