There are beautiful people everywhere.
Walking down Blanco Road,
Conversing in the Coffee Spot,
Mulling 'round the mall...
Everywhere, they're everywhere,
Everywhere but my mirror.
They, The Beautiful, they call me,
But I cannot, will not, should not pick up.
Because I'm crying,
And I'm screaming,
I'm trying to become them.
Because they're everywhere, everywhere,
Everywhere but my mirror.
Two beautiful people,
They look at me, and talk to me.
They talk about this thing called love,
How it's oh so hard to find,
As if I haven't realized that,
Seeing as they've got it,
And they're everywhere,
Couples of them,
They're everywhere, everywhere,
Everywhere but my mirror.
A Beautiful, she looks at me,
At my little nose,
My too-big eyes,
My messy hair,
My lack of figure,
And I know that they are everywhere,
They're everywhere, everywhere,
Everywhere but my mirror.
