"If only I could be what you want

Maybe then you would want me

But if I've got to be what I'm not

Who's gonna be what I'm supposed to be?



I can make me up as I go along,

In the end I would still be wondrin' where I went wrong

I've got to play the cards that I was dealt

Learn how to accept myself

You can judge me when I am gone



If only I were a little more tan

Maybe then you'd think I was a hunk

If I had six fingers on each of my hands

Then you wouldn't tell me that I was all thumbs



I can make me up as I go along

In the end I would still be wondrin' where I went wrong

I've got to play the cards that I was dealt

Learn how to accept myself

You can judge me when I am gone



If I were a little more tall

Maybe then I could look down my nose

But an aerial view of another man's faults

Won't make you fit better in your own clothes



I can make me up as I go along

In the end I would still be wondrin' where I went wrong

I've got to play the cards that I was dealt

Learn how to accept myself

You can judge me when I am gone"