"If only I could be what you want Maybe then you would want me But if I've got to be what I'm not Who's gonna be what I'm supposed to be? I can make me up as I go along, In the end I would still be wondrin' where I went wrong I've got to play the cards that I was dealt Learn how to accept myself You can judge me when I am gone If only I were a little more tan Maybe then you'd think I was a hunk If I had six fingers on each of my hands Then you wouldn't tell me that I was all thumbs I can make me up as I go along In the end I would still be wondrin' where I went wrong I've got to play the cards that I was dealt Learn how to accept myself You can judge me when I am gone If I were a little more tall Maybe then I could look down my nose But an aerial view of another man's faults Won't make you fit better in your own clothes I can make me up as I go along In the end I would still be wondrin' where I went wrong I've got to play the cards that I was dealt Learn how to accept myself You can judge me when I am gone"