Strong, beautiful woman, oh so don’t let the world get you down,
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Look within yourself and remember who you are.
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Ten years old in braids and skirts, I’m flying down the hill,
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Down the street to Grandma’s house, I step inside her world.
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First she’d hold me, feed me, scold me, patiently she’d heed my moaning,
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Then she’d sit me down and tell me this.
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You’ll be a strong, beautiful woman, and I won’t let the world let you down.
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Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.
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You’ll be a strong, beautiful woman, and I won’t let the world let you down.
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Look within yourself and remember who you are.
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Twenty-six and leading the band, the troubadour traveling show.
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Working in a world of men, broken-hearted and alone.
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I lift my head up just long enough to cease self-pitying and doubt,
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I feel her spirit with me now.
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You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
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Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.
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You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
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Look within yourself and remember, who you are.
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Decades come and decades go, the thirties, forties, on it goes,
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Seems I’m always holding on to this.
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You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
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Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.
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You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
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Look within yourself and remember who you are.
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Strong Beautiful Woman
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| Paula Cole |
