A song about learning to love the body you got put into at birth.
Lyrics-
Well, I come home turn on the TV
No one in there is lookin' quite like me
Everybody's lookin' like everybody else
I ain't too good at lookin' like Brad Pitt
And I don't look a thing like Hugh Jackman
But I'm the best in the world at lookin' like myself
Now I don't blend in
To a room full of handsome men
And I just ain't cut out for no silver screen
You won't see my face on the heartthrob page of the glossy magazines
I might not be too good lookin' but at least I look like me
If you can't be handsome
You can always be funny
And If you get cut from the team
You can always run cross country, yeah
Put one foot in front of the other, that's all you gotta do
And take pride in the fact that no one else moves exactly like you
Now I don't blend in
To a room full of handsome men
And I just ain't cut out for no silver screen
You won't see my face on the heartthrob page of the glossy magazines
I might not be too good lookin' but at least I look like me
I could waste my life
tryna look like someone else
or I could embrace my life
Lookin' like myself
So I might be a bummer with no song of the summer
Rackin' up a billions streams
And I never need to worry 'bout the audience throwing underwear at me
My record might sell me a million copies
My record might totally flop
Either way, you can't accuse me of sleeping my way to the top
Now I don't blend in
To a room full of handsome men
And I just ain't cut out for no silver screen
You won't see my face on the heartthrob page of the glossy magazines
I might not be too good lookin' but at least I look like me
I might not be too good lookin' but I'm the best at lookin like me
Written and performed by Carl Christensen
Filmed and produced by Sheldon Rosevear