She's insecure. Don’t know what for — she's turning heads when she walks through the door. She doesn't need make up to cover up. Being the way she is is enough. Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but her.

Nicola, you light up our world like nobody else. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know you're beautiful.

If only you saw what we can see, you'd under­stand why we write about you so desperately.

Right now we're looking at you and we can't believe you don't know you're beautiful. 

OH FUCK YOU VEVO