What We Got to Say

The flaws of beauty invented by the industry Dictated by the magazines, dictated by TV And they say what's narrow, they'll call it A flaw I hear them screaming constantly For they belong And who are You to Say I'm not perfect in every way? And who are you To judge She is not enough and I am too much? Who are you to say? Who are you? Who are you? Ooh, every stretch mark, every wrinkle, Every scar Are part of my body Telling a story of my Existence Who are you To say I'm not perfect in every way? Who are you To judge she is not enough and I am Too much? Who are you to say? Who are you? Who to say? Who are you? Who are you to say? And now I finally see I finally That I can no longer be hurt I cannot Be hurt She cannot be hurt Cannot be Lies And diversity Lies and diversity Lies and Diversity I've Got the right to Say I am perfect in every way And I will shout to Them that I'm enough and no one's too Much That's what we gotta say That's what we gotta gotta say That's what we gotta That's what we gotta That's what we gotta say