It’s OK

It’s ok to have a freckle on your face

As long as it’s in the perfect place

It’s ok to have curls

All wild and long

Streaming down, but never coming undone

It‘s ok to have some extra fat

As long as it’s placed where you guys want it at

It’s ok to work a medial job

As long as you don’t mind being called a bogan slob

It’s ok to be short

As long as you wish to not date

It’s ok to have small breasts

As long as you understand your unsexy fate

It’s ok to be very old

As long as you wish to be alone

It’s ok to be a poor man

As long as you wish to never own your home

It’s ok to be ill

It’s ok to be sick in the head

As long as you afford the drugs

But don’t expect sympathy lying in your bed

It’s ok to be many things

But mostly it’s just not

It’s always easier for the other

But if it’s you, it’s not

Try and think outside your space

Just consider another’s shoes

Would you really walk much further

Could you really choose?

Sometimes things are out of reach

No matter what we do

So be a little kinder dear

You’ve got nothing else to prove