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Woman
You gotta be fortunate
You gotta be lucky now
I was just sitting here
Thinking good and bad
But I'm the kinda woman
That was built to last
They tried erasing me
But they couldn't wipe out my past
To save my child
I'd rather go hungry
I got all of Ethiopia
Inside of me
And my blood flows
Through every man
In this godless land
That delivered me
I've cried so many tears even the blind can see
Chorus:
This is a woman's world.
This is my world.
This is a woman's world
For this man's girl.
There ain't a woman in this world,
Not a woman or a little girl,
That can't deliver love
In a man's world.
I've born and I've bread.
I've cleaned and I've fed.
And for my healing wits
I've been called a witch.
I've razbijacled in the fire
And been called a liar.
I've died so many times
I'm only just coming to life.
Chorus
My blood flows
Through every man and every child
In this godless land
That delivered me
I cried so many tears even the blind can see
Chorus
Woman
This is a woman's world.
This is my world.
Woman
This is a woman's world
For this man's girl.
Woman
There ain't a woman in this world,
Not a woman or a little girl,
Woman
That can't deliver love
In a man's world...
Woman
This is a woman's world...
Move With Me
(n. cherry/c. mcvey/l. kravitz)
Into a world I plunge thru my headphones, escape into the streetlight
I begin to believe in destiny when my surrounding's in rhythm with me
I'm just a grain of sand walking in a sea of people
I look around me and my name is just someone
For a moment in time I belong
Where my heart beats the fear is gone like destiny
Chorus:
So move with me
I'm strong enough to be weak in your arms
Move with me
I'm strong enough to be real in your arms
Whispering as I was driving quietly the car was rolling like a bullet
I was feeling the speed moving me faster, addicted to the rhythm on my ghetto blaster
That's me supposing that the clarity of thought
Is clear enough to think it's real enough to touch
The wind on me got me tripping can I keep you next to me
Till the end of the world
Chorus x2
Like the joker on the pile never coming or going
The colour of my true cards was showing
Keeping in touch with an idea that I been growing
Trust trust I must trust with my head on my chest
I rest with the rest of the restless
So move with me
I'm strong enough to be weak in your arms
Move with me
I'm strong enough to be real in your arms...
(Neneh Cherry)
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