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Michael w. smith / wayne kirkpatrick
Pull all your hair up
Dab on the make-up
Trying hard to look so pristine
Like a face in a magazine
Those fancy dressers and
Media pressure
Have got you feeling so plain and small
If you don't look like a paper doll
In a world where the goal is
To be like the joneses
It's guaranteed to drive you wild
Keeping up with the latest style
Gaze in the mirror
You want the glamour
And the grace of a movie star
But i like you the way you are
You are the only one i'm dreaming of
'cause baby don't you know that i love
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You, girl
You don't have to be picture perfect
To be in my world
Girl
You don't have to be picture perfect
To fit the frame
You're tender, you're tactful
Girl, you're a natural
You possess a heart that's true
That's what i like about you
One in a million
Yea, that's a given
There's a beauty inside of you
And it show on the outside too
No competition, you're way in the lead
And baby, don't you know that i need...
Chorus
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