A truth I shall unveil, secrets I'll unfurl,
Some dwell in mansions, others in a whirl
Of multiplex lives, a tapestry untold,
Within each heart, a complex story, bold.
Whether bald or crowned with hair,
Banked with blood or worldly ware,
In confidence I'll bestow, then in gazing, I'll take,
Do not pity yourself, I implore, love yourself, for goodness sake.
Hold the mirror near, gaze into your soul,
With a smile, then ask, to make you whole,
"Why am I so sexy? Oh, Baby, tell me true,
Why am I so sexy? Why? I'm asking you!"
One, two, three, four, Mom inquired.
This is not fair, why do you compare?
Love yourself first, then you'll find care.
Whether handsome, flat-footed, or fair,
Like Angelina, there's beauty everywhere,
Embrace the drunkard within, like Bachchan and Meena said,
Each has their own style, a unique thread.
Obscene or not, you decide your own fate,
Be a lion or a donkey, at your own gate.
Hold the mirror near, gaze into your soul,
With a smile, then ask, to make you whole,
"Why am I so sexy? Oh, Baby, tell me true,
Why am I so sexy? Why? I'm asking you!"
In confidence I'll bestow, then in gazing, I'll take,
Do not pity yourself, I implore, love yourself, for goodness sake.
Hold the mirror near, gaze into your soul,
With a smile, then ask, to make you whole,
"Why am I so sexy? Oh, Baby, tell me true,
Why am I so sexy? Why? I'm asking you!"
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