<center><Small>Do You Like Me Now?
When I was young I had hard times,
Thank God they didn't last.
Classmates use to pick on me,
During my now forgotten past.
They said, that I was different,
Unattractive and overweight.
Real beauty is within us all.
That's what we should rate.
You can't judge the pages of a book,
By the cover of which it's bound.
Or, you'll see Gods' mighty boomerang,
When it returns around.
Don't call others dumb or ugly,
A loser or a sow.
For, you'll eventually hear this question,
How do you like me now?
When I was young I had hard times,
Thank God they didn't last.
Classmates use to pick on me,
During my now forgotten past.
They said, that I was different,
Unattractive and overweight.
Real beauty is within us all.
That's what we should rate.
You can't judge the pages of a book,
By the cover of which it's bound.
Or, you'll see Gods' mighty boomerang,
When it returns around.
Don't call others dumb or ugly,
A loser or a sow.
For, you'll eventually hear this question,
How do you like me now?
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