Homecoming Queen Strings - Thelma Plum

Ooh, 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

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown

Put on my crown