• I have a little game I play
    As I walk down the street.
    I look at all the faces
    Of the people that I meet.
    I imagine there's a mirror
    With their face instead of mine,
    And I am in their body,
    And I'm feeling rather fine.
    And if I looked in the mirror
    Every day upon that face,
    Would I think that they were ugly?
    Would I hate them for their race?
    And if I were walking down the street
    And I met up with me,
    Would I notice this one person?
    And, if yes, what would I see?
    Because everybody's beautiful
    In their own special way,
    And we all look in the mirror
    Each and every single day.
    And if you just see the colour,
    If you just see the skin,
    You will never see the person
    Who is beautiful within.