The skin I’m in cannot tell my whole
It cannot tell you who I am
On the outside you will see
Brow skin, black hair, brown eyes
But that is only a small part of me

The skin I’m in can make people guess
But most of the time those guesses are wrong
I’m kind, determined and funny too
But nobody can tell that from first view

The skin I’m in is just a covering
You cannot see my whole story
I’ll open my heart wide if you want to get to know me
Because you cannot judge a book by its cover
But you can judge it by what’s inside

The skin I’m in
It’s part of me
But there’s much more underneath