(Pam SawyerR. Dean TaylorFrank WilsonDeke Richards)



Tenement slum



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, 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



Mm, baby (hold on, hold on, just a little bit)

Mm, baby (hold on, hold on, just a little bit)

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, 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