I don't care about your hair.

I don't mind about your behind.

It doesn't matter if you grow fatter.

I really detest this obsession of the breast.

I'll always deny the color of your eye.

You'll find my taste is not the size of your waist.

I really find it vile that you're dressing in style.

You won't hear me complain about your lack of any brain.


But if you love me it's ok 'cause I'm ugly anyway.