I Was A Late Bloomer

"Don't worry, honey I was a late bloomer too!"

My Momma would say and I

I was going to make her eat those very loathsome words

And taste their bitterness

Truth is I am right on time Momma, right on time

If you only knew how wrong you were

So I didn't have breasts to flaunt with the rest of them

And curves like the best of them I

I was perfect in the eyes of the One who made me

And God don't make no junk

Truth is I am right on time Momma, right on time

If you only knew how wrong you were

If I'm not the married Madonna with child at 38, well

Don't nobody worry about me who am I

I feel good being me anyway and I know just who I am

A woman fearfully and wonderfully made

Truth is I am right on time Momma, right on time

If you only new how wrong you were

Because I have unfolded as a glorious gem multi faceted and

Reflecting the glory of the sun that shines like no one else I

Yes I the one who was too late

But this "Jenny-come-lately" is a more beautiful flower than those

That bloom so early they are killed at Spring's first frost.

Truth is I am right on time Momma, right on time