(Jann Arden Richards/Robert Foster)
I抳e got money in my pocket
I like the color of my hair
I抳e got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I抳e got a car
I抳e got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here
Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
I抳e never wanted anything
Oh I抳e never wanted anything
So bad...so bad
Cardboard masks of all the people
I抳e been thrown out with all the rusted, tangled dented worn-out miseries
You could say I抦 hard to hold
But if you knew me you抎 know
I抳e got a good father
And his strength is what makes me cry
Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
I抳e never wanted anything
Oh I抳e never wanted anything so bad
I抳e got money in my pocket
I like the color of my hair
I抳e got a friend who loves me
Got a house, I抳e got a car
I抳e got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here
Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
Heart in hand
Feet on ground
Facing forward
Be yourself
Just be yourself
Just be yourself
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