Measure me.

Measure me.
Measure me.
Go on, isn't that what you're here for?
Well, then, measure me.

Tell me how tall I am,
Tell me how much I weigh,
Look at my clothes—
Are they okay?

Look me up and down,
Look me all around,
Find something you don't like
And tell the town.

Is my nose too big?
Do I have enough hairs on my head?
If my outsides are fine,
Why don't you look at something else instead?

Is my house big enough?
Is my car too old?
Is my neighborhood rough?
Should the neighbors be told?

How smart am I?
What's my IQ?
What kind of thoughts can I think
If I didn't go to college like you?

Am I worth your while?
What are the clues?
Look at my resume if you like.
Look at anything you choose.

Do I have a wandering eye?
Do I have any pimples?
If you know what to look for,
Judging a person is simple.

How big are her boobs?
How long is my dick?
Hey, you know where you can put that measuring stick?
Right back wherever it came from.
Because all I see here are people with bodies and hearts and minds to be grown,
I see a bunch of people with dreams that should be known.

Do you think you're beautiful?

I do.

I think you're the full brightness of life,
Somebody's dream come true.

Everybody I see here is something that will never happen again.

Him, her, her,
you,
and me, too.

So don't measure me.
I don't care if that's what you came for.
I'm worth more than your measuring stick.
I'm worth a mountain of gold,
a truckload of silver,
I'm worth as much as an ocean of orange leaves—
I'm a day full of smiles.
I am ten thousand trees.

So,
Treasure Me.

Because that's what I'm here for.