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She loves for real (oh)
When a woman loves, loves, loves
I’m telling you when she loves
She, she loves for real"
Even my hands fail me. My memory has become blurry
My sweet poison's gone. If only I'll die by the hand of another
I loved your frame. Your stature made me blush
Your wit was my joy. But it all went wrong
You were my life. You were my all
I was the envy of all maidens. My treasure was all yours
I feared this day. When it'd all be lost
I held on to my priceless piece. Until you came my way
I loved like a mother, I loved as a maid. I cooked your meals, even your bed I made
But these were not enough. It was all about you
I built heaps on your farm. We sported game together
Yet I owe you nothing. Save that wrapper and a little oil
The market women saw my tear. They taught I lost my merchandise
The feared I lost a child. But what I lost was life itself
How could you not notice my pain? How did you not see my tear
I wept like a new born. Sleep has forever departed me
In the nine years that I've known you. Tell me once that my wish came through
Tell me once that you put me first. It was all you or nothing
For 24 days I've cried. I wail cos my treasure's gone
He's taken in another. Without a thought for what I feel
If only you'd love like a woman. Pride wouldn't get in our way.
But no, like the rest of your clan. Your ego beclouds your judgement.
But what shall I do. I'd paint my nails? No!
I'll play with the maids, maybe. But my sorrow like the bottomless pit hollows.
My crown, my king. I pray that you stop, stop and think.
For my heart is heavy, I drown by your hand.
Will this be my end? Will I ever adorn my hair again?
My hair shall not be plait in protest, till my crown again I find.
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