You know, what is it,
When man gets up in the morning,
And the mirror say to you:
„Girl, no glory „
You do not have to dazzle
You do not have to surprise.
You are just the girl next door
So you are learning to live with it!
You know, what is it,
To be um quite kind
You are colourful inside,
And black and white outside.
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.
Sadness is lofty,
Beautiful self-pity.
To be a little ugly girl,
Who has not attraction.
Just stand and say:
“Nobody likes me”
Just stand and say:
“Nobody likes me”
You know, what is it,
To stand at the closed door,
And to hesitate hundred times,
If can you open?
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.
Just stand and say:
“Nobody likes me”
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.
You do not expect no oh,
And aplause in sceneries.
A such gray mouse.
You often hear it.