Who told you that you need makeup?
If it's superfluous to put filters on a landscape?
What do you lack? Tell me
If you shine in the crowd
Who was the asshole that gave you a complex?
Babe, you are a queen, look at you
Because even the mirror is surprised when it sees you
Babe, you are a queen, look at you
The one who told you that you were plain
It's because he doesn't know about beauty
You look criminal, like this natural
You are something else, realize
Without jewelry you shine
You are prayed to on knees
Babe, you are the eighth wonder
What class, what hotness, what style, what torque
What high, how beautiful, how fine, what demeanor
You need a guy who provides for you
Who gives you flowers, not hits
Babe, what class, what hotness, what style, what torque
What high, how beautiful, how fine, what demeanor
You need a guy who provides for you
Who gives you flowers, not hits
Because you're a queen, look at you
Because even the mirror is surprised when it sees you
Babe, you are a queen, look at you
The one who told you that you were plain
It's because he doesn't know about beauty