Bone of Contention

People say you're ugly
Others say you're pretty
Is this reality or just my imagination?
Why should your appearance
Be a bone of contention?

People say you're useless
Others say you're a genius
Is this reality of just my imagination?
Why should your real IQ
Be a bone of contention?

People say you're small
Others say you're tall
Is this reality or just my imagination?
Why should your height
Be a bone of contention?

They say you're nice to people
While others never like you at all
Is this reality or just my imagination?
Why should your real personality
Be a bone of contention?

I don't care what other people say
I'm always thinking of you night and day
At the top of my lungs, I could scream and shout
To me, your're nice, beautiful and smart
Beyond a shadow of a doubt!