“Don’t Wanna Be Beautiful”

Nymphs with faces like angels
Carved with stainless steel gods
Or maybe even heaven-made
Yards of silken clothes
Please don’t lay this curse on me

Please

You want a girl who wears Maybelline
Who turns a head at every scene
I’m so sorry, I can’t be that dream
It’s far too much to bear
The clothes I’d have to wear
Please leave me with some decency
Don’t lay that curse on me

I don’t wanna be beautiful
Entourages hanging on my every word
I don’t wanna be beautiful
Not for him, not for her
Not for them, not for us
Not for you

Worrying every second of the day
How do I look? Does my makeup look okay?
When they see me, what will they say?
Will they compliment or give me praise?

Please