I remember looking at magazines And never saw anyone quite like me It was hard, it was hard for me I would never speak up out of turn ‘Bout those blonde blue-eyed girls, they were beautiful But it was hard, hard for me to dream
I’ll be my own homecoming queen As long as it feels good to me I’ll be the boss of this town You’ll be your own homecoming queen Forget all the shit that you’ve seen Put on my crown
When I was a teenager Awkward body hair, and big derriére It was harder, so much harder than it seemed I am a woman now I feel beautiful, and I love myself But it was hard, to get used to me
I’ll be my own homecoming queen As long as it feels good to me I’ll be the boss of this town You’ll be your own homecoming queen Forget all the shit that you’ve seen Put on my crown
Cause in 1967 I wasn’t human And in 1994 I was born I am still here We are still here
I’ll be my own homecoming queen As long as it feels good to me I’ll be the boss of this town You’ll be your own homecoming queen Forget all the shit that you’ve seen Put on my crown
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