The wood rots quickly on the balcony My lungs long desperately for air The blood's leaving my body at an alarming rate And the strange thing is nobody seems care
My “womanhood”, life giving money making good house keeping busy like I should be sleeping soon but I have too my to prove my “womanhood”, my “womanhood”
I'm losing patience with the government The kids next door have learned to swear My head feels like it's swimming in a pool of cement And the pain is too much for me to bear
My “womanhood”, life giving money making good house keeping busy like I should be sleeping still but I have too my to prove my “womanhood”, my “womanhood”, my “womanhood”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
