| Riding the city bus on the way to school
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| Me and my two sisters and all the ridicule
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| The older girls on the back of the bus
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| Would laugh and call us names
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| They’d talk about our hair, our clothes
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| And call us homemade
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| See the «not so good ole days»
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| Can make you weak or make you brave
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| I’ve never been the most beautiful
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| No I ain’t never been the most popular
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| But it’s amazing what love can do
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| It’s amazing what a little love can do
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| Every thought and action is like a boomerang
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| What goes around will come back baby
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| So careful what you say
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| And the little ugly ducklings are swans that got away
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| Cause Cinderella stories, they still happen everyday
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| Where the «not so good ole days»
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| Could make you weak or brave
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| I’ve never been the most beautiful
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| Don’t care I’ve never been the most popular
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| Still it’s amazing what love can do
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| It’s amazing what a little love can do
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| I bumped into a stranger just the other day
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| She said «Can you spare a dollar sista?»
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| «My man he ain’t got paid»
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| So I gave her what I had, then I recognized her face
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| She was the leader of the girls who used to call us homemade
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| Back when the «not so good ole days»
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| Could make you weak or brave
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| I’ve never been the most beautiful
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| I ain’t never been the most popular
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| But it’s amazing what love will do
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| Ain’t it amazing what
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| Homemade love will do |