Oh, I remember looking at magazines I 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 voice of this town You'll be your own homecoming queen Forget all the shit that you've seen Put on that crown When I was a teenager Awkward body hair, and big derriere 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 voice of this town You'll be your own homecoming queen Forget all the shit that you've seen Put on that crown 'Cause in 1967 I wasn't human And in 1994 I was born I'm 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 voice of this town You'll be your own homecoming queen Forget all the shit that you've seen Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown Put on that crown