No media is going to tell her,
How she should act, think or be.
She'll be herself, and forever she will,,
She'll make those models stand dead-still.
They'll freeze in their tracks, jaws ajar,
Because finally, they see, here is a star.
She's herself, she's not trying to impress,
She blows a kiss, while rockin' that dress.
She isn't stick-thin, you can't clearly see her spine,
Now HERE'S a beauty, she's oh-so-devine.
Those models look away, and stick up their nose,
Whatever, that's the life THEY chose.
Well too bad, uh-uh, no way, not me.
She won't be anything she doesn't want to be.
That beautiful girl who's rippin' up the red carpet,
Now SHE'S the girl who's cool, a real starlet.
She'll twirl her hair, and purse her lips,
Hell, she doesn't care if her dress rips!
She's wild, crazy, fun and free,
She's not glitz and glamour, she wears jeans and tees!
That girl - the funky, awesome one,
She's proven her point, size 0's are done.
She tells her fans, "I'm weird, yep that's me,
But hey, I'll be who I wanna be."
