Tell Me

They tell me looks don't matter
That what's inside counts
They tell me that I will succeed
And find a decent guy

They tell me that I'm pretty
Yet they laugh behind my back
They tell me that I'm popular
But I know I'm a freak

I hear them say when I leave
That any guy would be blind
Thick and desperate
To want to be with me

The funny thing is
That I actually agree
But I won't tell them that
Because they lie to me