You'll never win homecoming queen,
And you'll be ok with it,
Until your grandma says,
'Oh sweetheart, you were never a homecoming queen type of girl.'
Cause that'll hurt.

You'll never win prom queen,
Cause popularity contests were never your thing,
And that's ok,
Cause you'll be valedictorian,
Top of your class,
Take names,
Kick ***,
***** what they think or say,
It doesn't matter.

You'll never be a beauty queen,
Until around the age of sixteen,
You finally realize that you're beautiful,
You'll have to figure that out on your own,
Because hearing it from yourself will mean more,
Than hearing it from anyone else.

You'll learn to be your own queen,
In every way that means anything,
You'll revolt against all the rulers of your body till you're the only one left,
The ****** rebellion of your youth will yield a prosperous reign on your terms,
So stick to your guns,
You queen,
I know what it means to be a girl like me,
To be a queen,
Only.