Song Lyrics

Some girls wear their hair up off their lovely faces,
And some gaze straight ahead 'cause they are trying to go places.
Some times we go together and other times apart,
But I like to think we hold out fists up, trying to make a new start, but,

Here is a story about walking the other day
And every day is special but some things just never change, you see
He looks at she, she looks away, okay hips sway, why is everyday 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 she lifts her 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 sense,
She would have a legal fence,
To keep her clientele 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, me, but see?
Boy on the street's got his eyes pinned on to me,
Buttons unbuttoned in his head, he wants to see?
The shades, and the sizes, the hand prints, shoe fits!
Shades, sizes, hand prints, shoe fits!
The shades, the sizes, the hand prints, the shoe fits!
And off with the underwear, my dreamy smell lies there, but?
This is not fair, because he penetrates me with his stare
This is not far, because he penetrates me with his stare.

'cause I wanna walk down the long pass of flowers,
I wanna sing songs that mesmerize for hours.
I wanna feel that freedom to be sexy,
Without his eyes sliding all up and under me.
I wanna feel that freedom to be sexy,
Without his eyes sliding all up, under, into me.
Buttons unbuttoned in his head, what does he see?

Alida Kinnie Starr