My mother says she doesn’t care,
About the colour of my hair.
Or if my eyes are blue or brown.
Or if my nose turns up or down.

My mother says she doesn’t care,
If I’m dark or if I’m fair,
Or if I’m thin or if I’m fat.
She doesn’t fret over things like that.
It really doesn’t matter.

But, if I cheat, or tell a lie,
Or do mean things that make folks cry.
Or if I’m rude or impolite,
And do not try to do what’s right,
Then that does really matter.

It isn’t looks that makes one great,
It’s character that seals your fate.
It’s what’s within your heart, you see,
That makes or mars your destiny.
And that really does matter.

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