I don't wanna put on my make up (make up).
Just like every girl in a magazine.
That's not who I am when I wake up (wake up).
That's not who I wanna be, theres so much more to me, that meet's the eye, in it's life. I know what thing.


It, doesn't really matter, what you wear, let the people stare,
Cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.
It doesn't really matter, what car you drive, it's good to be alive, cause we are, who we are, who We are, who we are. who we are. (yeah)

Tell me baby, do I look like, the real thing (yeah, yeah, yeah).
Would you change the color of my eyes (my eyes, my eyes, my eyes).
Tell me why my television, filling me with lies.

It, doesn't really matter, what you wear, let the people stare,


Cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.
It doesn't really matter, what car you drive, it's good to be alive, cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.

There is beauty, on the inside.
And so beautiful, whoa,whoa.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It, doesn't really matter, what you wear, let the people stare,
Cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.
It doesn't really matter, what car you drive, it's good to be alive, cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.

It, doesn't really matter, what you wear, let the people stare,
Cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.
It doesn't really matter, what car you drive, it's good to be alive, cause we are, who we are, who we are, who we are.who we are.

Writer : KADISH, KEVIN / APARO, ANGIE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing