Love Child
Diana Ross & The Supremes
(P. Sawyer/R. D. Taylor/F. Wilson/D. 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
     Sop 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

-------------------------------------------------------------------