im a barefoot dancing beauty.

barefeet feel good on the soft green grass.
shoes itch and pull and wear on my skin.
just don't walk in rocks and all is good.

dancing frees the soul,
everyone should try it sometime
but they dont and its a shame.
they call me weak, but i am strong.

beauty is a state of mind,
my state of mind says i am so
but his state of mind says otherwise.
i dont listen...

and i dont care because,

i walk in barefeet where i belong,
i dance because it feels good,
and i have beauty when they are blind.

i am smart,
i am strong,
i am independent.

kiss me love,

for i am your barefoot dancing beauty.