My good looks won’t save my kids
from their dad’s predicament.
They won’t see my face like this
see my face as a shadow
I could be wrong
or I could be strong
The penny-rate my love collects
could set your ass on fire
Instead of praying thankful hallelujahs
on the wire
You turn on your radio regardless
as you start your car
But baby don’t believe it
when he tells you who you are
He could be wrong and
you could be strong
You’re finding out you’re selfish
because you like your happiness
Don’t sacrifice it to the average
Keep it for yourself
They’ll buy your butterfliesand price them down
to clean the racks
Until a kid like you
can buy them back
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