You made me insecure
Told me I wasn’t good enough
But who are you to judge
When you’re a diamond in the roughI’m sure you got some things
You’d like to change about yourself
But when it comes to me
I wouldn’t want to be anybody else

I’m no beauty queen
I’m just beautiful me
You’ve got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon

Who says?
Who says you’re not perfect?Who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting?
Trust me
That’s the price of beauty
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?Who says

Who says?
Who says you’re not start potential?
Who says you’re not presidential?
Who says you can’t be in movies?Listen to me, listen to me
Who says you don’t pass the test?
Who says you can’t be the best?Who said, who said?
Won’t you tell me who said that?

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Son las ideas que caen en mi mente gastada,
que por mis hombros resbalan,
enredadas en mi cabello,
pero no se caen si no que se quedan
en mi pies pegadas,
impidiendo que que me mueva,
que avanze, que salte o que frite.

Son ideas que lastiman, que queman,
pero no puedo vivir sin ellas,
aunque ellas no me dejan vivir.