You only want friends who are exactly like you.

You told me one day when you were feeling quite blue.

But who is there who is exactly like you?

How could anyone else be exactly your you?

Would you like a friend with hair just as straight?

Or one who can gallop with exactly your gait?

A friend whose eyes exactly match yours?

Or someone who hails from matching seashores?

Did you mean friends whose skin color's the same?

Or perhaps the same age?

Or the same favorite game?

The same button nose?

The same precise height?

I'm afraid you'll never find any just right.

You see dear, the best part about being you,

Is you're the only one who is exactly your you.

We're all made unique, that's precisely our gift;

whether our skin, or our faith, or our languages shift

Only we can be us, never exactly the same,

Because not being us would be such a shame.

Only you can be you, outside and in,

While loving your friends because they are them.