Texty: The Wilkinsons. The Only Rose.

A little red-headed girl stood at the mirror
Studying her face, she didn't like her nose
And all of those freckles, she'd love to erase
Her inventory told the story and from where she stood
There's so much she would change, oh, if she could

As she said to herself
I'd be anyone else if it were up to me
Her mom walked in and said with a grin
One day, girl, you'll see

There's a million stars in the summer sky
And each one has its name
There's a million snowflakes in the wintertime
But no two are quite the same

And there's something you can't see right now
But one day, girl, you'll know
In a field that's full of daisy's
You're the only rose

You can talk about clothes, talk about make-up
That's a matter of style and I bet Mona Lisa's mother
Heard her daughter say she didn't like her smile
What's inside you just can't hide 'cause beauty runs so deep
And one day you'll knock some young man right off his feet