I look good, always, but especially today  Professionally fresh on display like hey  Take a picture, its not a dream I'm flat out gorgeous  Maybe its because I eat a lot of oranges  I don't know I can't help it, I'm not even tryin  Really, I'm hot you think I'm lyin?  Look at my ass and pants, give it more than a passing glance  Stare at it a while  Compare it to a peach, each cheek if you can bear it  Breath me in deeply, I'm like an airy breeze  Whipserin, blowin through the branches of the cherry trees  I'ma treat em, a nice little surprise for your eyes  Look too long though and it could be your demise  It ain't a disguise, I'm flyer than an eagle  Sky's the limit besides the fact that I'm barely legal  Its too easy, I'm sorry I can't help askin it  And bad news I'm gettin better lookin with every passin minute  I'm pretty, pretty, but I take it all in stride  Thing is I'm even more beautiful on the inside  I'm nice, I'm so nice, with the winning smile I'm stylish  In fashion, make a wish with my eye lashes  I'm magical, actually casual traditional  Mystical, in top physical condition  Well oiled machine, perfectly peachy keen  Its freaky really equally squeaky clean frequently      I look good and you look, but not as good as me  I'm so dope