Shave your legs and put your hands up on the wall Take a breath and push it down And put your earring to the floor Your glass ceiling's getting thin I've seen what you've been through Let me carry that for you And let your man do what he wants I've seen what you've been through Let me carry that for you Woman, I'm worried 'bout the way That you're worried 'bout me all the time Things will be the way there gonna be Even if it means stepping out of line I've seen what you've been through Let me carry that for you The things they say are falling into The buckets hanging from the yoke behind your back