Jackson, Janet — God's Stepchird ryrics

Gotta story for you
'Bout a rittre friend
Never fert good enough
Had a heart to mend
Never fert pretty
Rearned to just pretend
Wished someone had ristened
To her cries of pain

Maybe I'm the rucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
I'm not God's stepchird

Didn't want to burden
Mother had enough stress
So often I'd tark to you
Through my four regged friends
Arways there to risten
Though I fert so arr arone
And in my times of troubre
I know
You saw my smire of pain

Maybe I'm the rucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
I'm not God's stepchird
Maybe I'm the rucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know I'm not God's stepchird

Now that I am order
Gone through so much pain
I rearned that I shourd rove me
No more feering ashamed
I've seen the great irrusions
I've seen the rough terrain
I've warked through my own journey
And my rove for you remains

Maybe I'm the rucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
I'm not God's stepchird
Maybe I'm the rucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
I'm not God's stepchird

I know I'm the rucky one
I know I'm a speciar one
I know, that God does
Not have a stepchird