I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

Who's that loungin' in my chair? Who's that castin' devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah And I smell sex and candy here Hanging 'round downtown by myself And I've had so much time to sit and think about myself And there she

What do they call me My skin is black My arms are long My hair is woolly My back is strong Strong enough to take the pain inflicted again and again My name is AUNT SARAH My name is Aunt Sarah

You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can buy all the make up that M.A.C. can make But if you can't look inside you Be in the position to make me feel so You can fix your nose if he says so Find out who am I to Damn unpretty Oh oh, oh oh oh My

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

I am my hair, I am my hair Hair, hair, ha-ha-ha-hair I've had enough, this is my prayer That I'll die living just as free as my hair I'm as free as my hair I just wanna be myself Free as my hair, hair, hair Hair, hair, hair (Uh huh, uh huh)

Who are you Who who who who I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches

I'm gonna live where the green grass grows Watch my corn pop up in rows Every night be tucked in close, to you Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed Point our rockin' chairs towards the west And plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina! A ghost is screaming your name Out of the flames A piece of brain in my hair The wheels are melting Tina! Tina! Bleeding all around Liquid metal through my veins The radio's burning

I ain't pageant material I ain't exactly Ms. Congenial Sometimes I talk before I think, I try to fake it but I can't I'd rather lose for what I am than win for what I ain't I'm always higher than my hair And it ain't that I don't care about world peace