Blessed
I am seventeen and homeless
But my mother gave us a lot
I am beautiful and intelligent
Talented more than most
Wanted by many men
From coast to coast
Pretty soon I'll be rich
And my past will be my past
And I'll finally get to tell all those who judged me
To kiss my narrow *ss
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