I like it    I don't like it

Tenement slum


Ooh-ooh-ooh-ah


You think that I don't feel love

But what I feel for you is real love

In other's eyes I see reflected

A hurt, scorned and rejected


Love child, never meant to be

Love child, born in poverty

Love child, never meant to be

Love child, take a look at me


I started my life in an old, cold run down tenement slum

My father left

He never even married mom

I shared the guilt my mama knew

So afraid that others knew I had no name


This love we're contemplating

Is worth the pain of waiting

We'll only end up hating

The child we maybe creating


Love child, never meant to be

Love child, scorned by society

Love child, always second best

Love child, different from the rest


Hold on

Hold on (Ooooooohhh)


I started school, in a worn, torn,

Dress that somebody threw out

I knew the way it felt, to always live in doubt

To be without the simple things

So afraid my friends would see the guilt in me


Don't think that I don't need you

Don't think I don't wanna please you

No child of mine 'll be bearing

The name of shame I've been wearing


Love child, never quite as good

Afraid

Ashamed

Misunderstood


But I'll always love you

I'll always love you

I'll always love you

I'll always love you

I'll always love you

I'll always love you

You-ooo-ooo

You-ooo-ooo

You-ooo-ooo