She was the prom queen, the world was hers
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With a wave of her hand, whispered words
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Hearts broken by her abilities
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Addicted to the sweetness of a gentle kiss
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Lost in a search for something she might never find
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Never know if she don't try, the results will come in time
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No time to smell the roses, let alone slow dance
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Too many bad memories of forgotten romance
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She walked out slammed the door
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Damn him, she didn't need him
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A child game she had to cloth him feed him
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Alone after so long gave up hope
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Convinced all men were abusive
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Undependable heathens and sold dope
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Mister right wasn't coming
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A fact that she would have to face
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She didn't have no time to waste, she had a man to raise
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No man to chase, sick of living in this blasted place
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No time to sit around weeping like a basket case
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Her son made it all worthwhile
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The only man that got to see her smile
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She reminisced about her lifestyle before the baby came
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She did what responsible people do, she changed
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[Chorus x2]
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She's a different kinda lady
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She's not often understood
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She was my best friend, my playmate
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Moved in next door just before the first grade
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We ran foot races, climb trees, caught insects
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Before money and sex, powder and x
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Before popularity came so crucial
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She had love and the feeling was mutual
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We used to cut our feet barefooted in chipped glass
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Now we blow smoke as we skip class
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New friends came, and with them came change
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The pressure was all, would lil mama maintain
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She began to drift away, the distance between us grew wider
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Didn't have to speak to me, I could see the hurt inside her
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I hear the words out of her mouth
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But they don't reflect what she really feel
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I've seen the smile before I know it isn't real
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Artificial happiness, superficial friends
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A nonstop whirl wind, when will it all end
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Her eyes roll back, she began to convulse
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They searched for a heartbeat, but she had no pulse
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Autopsy results show she mixed powder and downers
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And none of her new friends were around her
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When her family found her, but a
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[Chorus x2]
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She's a different kinda lady
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She's not often understood
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She was a young girl seventeen, if I recollect correctly
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A baby with a baby, that baby was me
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She worked everyday still it wasn't enough
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World was rough, ol' girl was tough
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Drop me off in the morning
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Come back and get me in the afternoon
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Free spirits lost being guided by the moon
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Used to take me to church, try to make me a man
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But hard times put drastic changes in plan
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She was out there, every time she got up, she fell again
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In love with a bastard, stay in and out the pen
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Alcoholic addict, never tried to change himself
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Beat her to a pulp, and make her blame herself
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I tried to talk to her, mama you don't have to stay
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Just pack your bags and go, you can walk away
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She tell me about this pain, hoping I'd never experience it
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Baby boy love is some serious shit, I pray for change
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Eventually it came, like rays of light after days of rain
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She turned her life around, walked away never to return
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Still tempted by the fire, just tired of being burned
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[Chorus x2]
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She's a different kinda lady
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She's not often understood
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Different Kinda Lady
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Haystak |