Letras
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She was a normal little girl
She loved lace and unicorns
Dreamed to have a horse—
Spent a lot of her time alone
Her daddy died when she was young
And her mama couldn't give her much
And the other kids had taken
To teasing her about her clothes
They were well-worn and out of style
Mostly Goodwill and hand-me-downs
Alot of 'almost rights'
And t-shirt collars stretched out
And the girls in her class
Never called her name
They just said, "trash"
And most days she counted down the seconds
Until the school bell rang
But still, she was just a little girl
Without a friend in this world
So she thought about it
And she come up with a plan
She thought if she looked more like them
Maybe one or all would be her friend
And maybe, just maybe,
She wouldn't be alone no more
So that day when she got home
Asked her mama for a loan
And since she had been such a good girl
Would she mind taking her to the store?
Well, her mama was getting ready to tell her 'no'
When she looked down at her little girl
She heard herself saying,
"It's on me, my love, let's go."
You've never seen a prettier sight
Than the two of them that night
Her mama smiling while that little girl
Tried on all them fancy clothes
When all was said and done
And the riches had been won
That little girl couldn't wait to see their faces
When she walked into school
Now, I'd like to say that it worked
And that all them little jerks
Were as taken as you and me with that little girl
In all them fancy clothes
But when they saw her they just laughed
Pointed fingers when she walked past
And a particularly mean one called her a name—
I won't say it here
At first, she didn't understand
She thought, "Don't I look like them?"
But as the day went on
The teasing only got worse
She finally got it in her head
In the lunchroom when some boy said,
"Why don't you just go away...
And cry?"
See, them kids didn't want see her change
They wanted it to always be this way
New clothes or not...
Be damned
So she got up on her table
Cleared her throat when she was able
She began to speak
And she said...
It doesn't matter what I do
Nothing ever impresses you
And I don't care if you don't
Want to be my friend
I thought this dress might make you see
Instead, you ruined it for me
If you think you'll make me cry—
Think again
It's the way it always goes
I guess that I should've known
It was too much to hope
Somebody here would say
"Are those shoes you're wearing new?"
Or, "That dress looks nice on you."
Or, God forbid,
"You look so beautiful, today."