| Southern girls know what it means |
| Southern girls know what it means |
| Southern girls know what it means |
| When the patriarchy menacingly says |
| You shush yourself down now |
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| "You put a finger on those beautiful lips |
| We both know what they're good for, don't we? |
| You put a finger on those beautiful lips |
| We both know what they're good for, don't we?" |
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| You shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself down now |
| You shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself down now |
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| He says, "I no longer believe |
| That freedom and democracy |
| Are compatible |
| Compatible |
| That's clear to me" |
| "There is hierarchy |
| You should be pleased to serve |
| In any capacity |
| Capacity |
| I'm not asking" |
|
| "You put a finger on those beautiful lips |
| We both know what they're good for, don't we?" |
|
| "You shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself down now" |
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| Am I just a resentful observer? |
| Slinking from one penthouse to another |
| In this urban Serengeti |
| Am I just meat? |
| Can I live through this? |
| Can I live through this? |
| Courtney, thank you |
| He calls me Cassandra |
| He calls me Cassandra, and says |
| "'Cause no one will believe |
| Your prophecies" |
| He calls me his Cassandra |
| As he puffs |
| His Cohiba Behike |
|
| "Just put a finger on those beautiful lips |
| We both know what they're good for, don't we" |
|
| "You shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself |
| Shush yourself down now" |
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| I knew a girl who wrote |
| 'Silent all these years' |
| Where is she? |
| Ooh, where is she? |
| Where is she? |
| Where is she? |
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