Look at that group
Isn't it neat
When will my life be complete
When will I be the girl
The girl who has membership

When will I hold
Treasures untold
When can I be bold
Enough to think
I have everything

Why do they think me low class
What makes me so crass
Why do they tease me

I'm no different than they
Are, but I have to pay
A price for being me

When will they let me walk
On my two feet
Not make me crawl,
Beg to be on their street

How can I get the
Answers I seek
Hold my head High
With not a tear in my eye
And be part of their world

Lesson
Now I see
Not to come around
To their way, I'm proud
To be me