I Look Good

I’ve got this new little game, it’s the latest rage.
It’s not limited by race, creed, color or age.
I stand in front of the mirror every day,
look at myself from head to toe and simply say,
«I look good, I look good, I look good.
I am the only me that will ever be, I look good.»
The rules of the game are specific and precise,
I can’t judge or criticize, I have to be nice.
This is the body that I have it’s divine and a gift.
I don’t need to lose weight, color my gray or have a face-lift.
This game isn’t limited to what’s on the outside.
There’s my inner world too that cannot be denied.
'Cause who I really am radiates from within,
so I’ll open my heart, quiet my critic and dig in.
They say that beauty’s skin deep but I know for a fact,
it’s not really how you look, but more how you act.
Was I kind to a stranger? Did I give love today?
I can look in the mirror, look at myself and I can say,
«I am good, I am good, I am good.
I am the only me that will ever be, I am good.
I look good, I am good, I look good.
I am the only me that will ever be, I’m good.»