Other people walk through life where you prefer to skip
And other people watch their step where you'll most likely trip
Sure, your hair's not perfect
And there's- what's that on your clothes?
Yeah, you're kinda talkative
With freckles on your nose

But you're you, you-you
And that's what makes me smile
You're you, you-you
Oh, Hans, I

You don't have to say a thing, I know the way you feel
Your face is like an open book, so honest true and real
Other people lie and cheat,
One push may come to shove
Your heart doesn't work like that
So you're the girl I love

You're you, you-you
That's how I hope you stay
You're you, you-you
But anyway, that's all I've got to say