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My mama told me when I was young
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I was as good as, as everyone
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Inside my heart I, I carried her word
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Like a treasure until I heard (You gotta work, work)
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And then she told me being a girl
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It isn’t pretty, lipstick and curls
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Inside my heart I took what she said
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But still these voices inside my head
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Saying “You gotta work harder than them all
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You gotta be much smarter than (smarter than)
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And when you find, find something that you want
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You gotta work hard, harder than, harder than them all”
