"You don't have to believe me I'm just speaking my mind
you look lovely as always you get that all the time
you don't have to believe me when I tell you that i'm impressed
but you sure better believe me when I say you deserve the best
you don't have to believe me but i'm not gonna lie
i've seen all the attention you get from other guys
you don't have to believe me when i tell you i like your dress
but you sure better believe me when i say you deserve respect
it feels like nobody's on your side no access to your pride
you gotta learn to take control your whole body is a temple so
you've got a choice to make and your mind is what's at stake
so before we build this love please believe that you're good enough
you don't have to believe me but I'm not often wrong
they've been taking advantage and it's gone on too long
you don't have to believe me when we're dancing out on the floor
but you sure better believe me when i say you are worth much more
you don't have to believe me
but you sure better believe me when i tell you you're due for love
i don't want nobody else
and nobody else is gonna treat you the way they ought to
and that's what you deserve
if I could make you see it
so you can truly believe it
so you won't even need it
no, no, no, no, no, no, no
you don't have to believe me
and i continue on
you've still got the potential
that you've had all along
you don't have to believe me when
you're shaking what you got
but you sure better believe me when
i tell you your mind's what's hot."
There were younger days
when skin spoke loudly
and the math of your face,
that perfect formula
over which you can stake no claim,
dictated you were beautiful
it wouldn't matter now
if you hadn't skin at all!
show me every thought
and then believe me when I tell you
your mind's what's hot.
(Silly, I know. But we, as women, try to believe this. Media keeps shitting on it. Sometimes I hate the media. Then it turns, and I hate society even more because of what they choose to consume. Media is only the conduit for our purchase. Hate is a strong word, but I use strong words. I feel strong words.)
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Yes, me, too. This is a wonderful song. Thank you for sharing it. xoxo
ReplyDeleteYou know me so well. It frightens me.
ReplyDeleteMarion - I LOVE music. We get to spend this evening with musicians. Don't know how I ingratiate myself into these subcultures, but so glad I do!
ReplyDeleteTravis - Are you relating the aging mind being beautiful, the societal edict that it's not, or strong words??? See, I hardly know you at all!
Well there goes the balloon flying all over the room :P
ReplyDeleteIt could grow on me....
ReplyDeleteLorraine - But will you let it?
ReplyDeletenow that is an excellent question! ;)
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