Riding the city bus
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On the way to school
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Me and my two sisters
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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 old days could make you
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Weak or make you brave
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[Chorus]
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And I've never been
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The most beautiful
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No, I ain't never been
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The most popular
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But it's amazing what
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Love can do
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It's amazing what
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A little love can do
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Every thought and action
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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
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Are swans that got away
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'Cause Cinderella stories,
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They still happen every day
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Well, the not-so-good old days could make you
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Weak or make you brave
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[Repeat Chorus]
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See I bumped into a stanger
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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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And so I gave her what I had
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Then I recognized her face
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She was the leader of the girls who used to
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Call us homemade
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Back when the not-so-good old days could make you
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Weak or make you brave
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And then I told her. . .
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See I have never been (never been)
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The most beautiful
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And don't really care that I ain't never been (never been)
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The most popular
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'Cause it's amazing what
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Love will do
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Now hang on, it's amazing what
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Homemade love, what homemade love will do
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Yeah. . .
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Mama said, "This is what homemade love would do". . .
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[Thanks to [email protected] for submitting these lyrics]
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Homemade
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Nicole C. Mullen |