Dm
  My mama told me when I was young
Bm
  I was as good as, as everyone
Dm
  Inside my heart I, I carried her word
Bm
  Like a treasure until I heard (You gotta work, work)
Dm
  And then she told me being a girl
Bm
  It isn’t pretty, lipstick and curls
Dm
  Inside my heart I took what she said
      Bm
  But still these voices inside my head
        Dm
  Saying “You gotta work harder than them all
Bm
  You gotta be much smarter than (smarter than)
Dm
  And when you find, find something that you want
Bm
  You gotta work hard, harder than, harder than them all”