This is a story about a girl named Ugly...

Early morning she throws up
with the slightest look of her face.
It's time for a make up. Retarded smile.
It's you they're all booing for!
Isn't she ugly the freak of a girl?
And they say

She's so ugly.
But she's a star.
She doesn't cry, cry, cry in her lonely heart thinkn'
if there's something missing in her
like than why don't these tears come at night?

Lost in an image in a dream
but there's someone there to wake her up.
And the world stops spinning when she keeps on winning.
But tell me, what happens when it starts?
They go
"Isn't she ugly this freak of a girl?"
And they say....

She's so ugly.
But she's a star.
She doesn't cry, cry, cry in her lonely heart thinkn'
if there's something missing in her
like than why don't these tears come at night?

"Best actress, and the winner's not ugly!"
(Cheering in the background)
"I'm Roger Johnson for pop news waiting outside to boo at ugly!"
"Oh my God ... here she comes!" (Booing in the background)

Isn't she ugly this freak of a girl?
She is so ugly, but why doesn't she cry?
If there is something missing in her
life why don't tears come at night?