So they called you a prostitute.
I want you to hear something different.

I don't care what anybody thinks.
I will stare when everybody blinks.

I don't mind the difference that they see,
Becasue He loves every little thing about you.
Becasue I love every little thing about you.

I believe that everybody bleeds.
Sticks and stones aren't what has cut so deep, I know.
I refuse to buy the hate they sell for free,
Gomar, don't carry the weight of this world.

But I love
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
About you.