I was conceived in the backseat of a '65 mustang Hidden and lied about for months I guess you could say that I was Not the chosen one But I know who I am And I know who I'm not I'm not just a name From a census people take I'm a bona fide all American mistake I was the promising prom queen With a crown in my hair Voted most likely to Get away and make it big somewhere But small towns seem to hold you Just like the boy next door We married when we were kids Now he don't love me anymore But I know who I am And I know who I'm not I'm not just a number Some statistic that they make I'm a bona fide all American mistake Then one day he just left me And he left me without knowing There was a part of him Growing inside I was scared and I was all alone But the choice to make was easy There was no way I was saying goodbye She was born in the morning Just me and her crying In that crowded county hospital Sunlight streaming in And when I saw her face I knew she was my chosen one When she's old enough I'll tell her just how much she is loved And she will know who she is And she will know who she's not She's not just a memory From an old heartbreak She's a beautiful all American mistake And I'm a beautiful all American