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Ursula Rucker - Womansong lyrics
Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time for sincerity for sincerity God fruit, we sugary, plentiful not rib-bone alone Soul whole No, evil does not arrive from my name Evil does not derive from my name Fertilizer feeds the earth but from the earth comes the flowers From the earth come the flowers but from the earth come the flowers the flowers Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time for sincerity Empty the pretend praise Raised brows and penises await response from fly venuses who grace each sidewalk square with a mastery of movement and mouth misadmired by the masses All they can or want to see are scantily-clad asses that swing and beg to be slapped during self-satisfying sex Say my name Aint no sistas or mommas here to protect those bitches and tricks to catch in traps of covert compliments and Jesus judgment Strong-willed women and divas seen as asking for it, home-wrecking whores with no morals Sounds like Salem and slavery to me Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time for sincerity Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time Make no time Make no time Make no time for sincerity for sincerity for sincerity Now I was born a slave a rebel an inherent queen No thing situation or person can steal my birthright I came forth in the night a force to be unreckoned with You sure you wanna get with this? Some may attempt to falter my steps knock me down but I am resilient I just bounce I just bounce (bounce, bounce, bounce…) I just bounce (bounce, bounce, bounce…) Able to leap from small minds in a single bound Land feet-first on the ground I abound with she-lectricity I’ma sing my womansong make you listen to me I’ma sing my womansong make you listen to me make you listen make you listen while you covet my rhythm while you treat me like the unforgiven Call me mystery like the Shroud of Turin I’m more than I’m more than I’m more than I’m more than I’m more than I’m more than that boom bap boom-bap boom bap boom-bap boom bap boom-bap boom bap boom-bap Aint your doormat your sugar tit your own personal supply of bliss your in-house ass to kick (kick, kick, kick…) I aint your doormat your sugar tit your in-house supply of bliss your own personal ass to kick You better rethink this You better rethink this You better rethink this Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time Ungrateful ungracious eyes ogle at eighth wonderfuls, wonderfilled small minds that make no time make no time make no time make no time make no time for sincerity for sincerity |
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