Some girls wear their hair Up off their lovelly faces And some gaze straight ahead 'Cause they are trying to go places Sometimes we go together and other times apart But i like to think we hold our fists up Trying to make a new start but Here is a story about walking the other day And everyday is special But somethings just never change, see He looks at she, she looks away okay Hips sway, why is every day a boy day? He looks at she, she looks away okay Hips sway, i guess it's another boy day
And we could call it out When it doesn't suit us both 'Cause there's a magnitude of choices And a really big boat and that big boat Floats on a restless ocean Singing about the chances of protective devotion For the girlfriend who stands on the street Waiting on a trick and Some man demands that you lift your skirt quick
She's got a mother, a daughter and a lover You tell me why she shouldn't have safe cover She's got a mother, a daughter and a lover You tell me why she shouldn't have safe cover 'Cause if the laws made sence She would have a legal fence To keep her clientel clean And she could still pay the rent She's got a mother, a daughter and a lover You tell me why she shouldn't have safe cover She's got a mother, a daughter and a lover You tell me why she shouldn't have safe cover
Now, my skin is green, some think it's italian That gives me that sheen And i have to thank my father for the Proud red blood that makes me mean, but see Boy on the street's got his eyes pinned on to me Button unbuttoned in his head he wants to see
The shapes, and the sizes, the handprint, shoefits Shapes, sizes, handprint, shoefits The shapes, the sizes, the handprints, the shoefits And off with the underwear My dreamy smell lays there but This is not fair 'cause He penetrates me with his stare This is not fair 'cause He penetrates me with his stare
'Cause i wanna walk down a long path of flowers I wanna sing songs that mesmerize for hours I wanna feel the freedom to be sexy Without his eyes sliding all up and under me I wanna feel the freedom to be sexy Without his eyes sliding all up under into me Buttons unbuttoned in his head What does he see?
Compositor: Alida Kinnie Starr (Kinnie Starr) ECAD: Obra #16153277