It's you I like, 

It's not the things you wear, 

It's not the way you do your hair,

but it's you I like. 

The way you are right now, 

The way down deep inside you, 

Not the things that hide you, 

Not your toys--they're just beside you. 

But it's you I like, 

Every part of you, 

Your skin, your eyes, your feelings, 

Whether old or new. 

I hope that you remember, 

Even when you're feeling blue, 

That it's you I like, it's you yourself, it's you. 

It's you I like.