Sweetheart, think how much better it would be
If you through life could just preserve your beauty.
It really doesn't matter much to me
I don't know why you think it is your duty
And don't you think that through some kindly thought -
You've got much better chance to change the world
Those wrinkles on your face, dear,
Those bags beneath your eyes
Are but the evil trace, dear,
Of temper, spite and lies.
Why can't you just be kind, dear,
Why...
Consider, sweetheart, if you smiled always
How much, through weeks, your face might be improving
In place of which, in these unhappy days,
You go to beauty shops for the removing
Of imperfections, wrinkles,
Blemishes and ugly spots
Why, when a smile will serve, you look for this these resorts?
Why can't you raise a grin, sweet,
And be a little beauty?
Cause shining from within sweet
Has always been your duty.
So, for our sake, why can't you make
An effort to be glad.
Just see yourself the way I do
Trust me you're not that bad.
