(Part One)
Oh, Woman
I'm your servant
I don't know anything,
But I'm read to learn
Oh, Woman
I am starving
For your approval
Be kind to me
The big city calls and your daughters are smiling through the windows of apartment buildings
I bet I look about as small as I feel
Thank you, Jesus
Can I have another?
And another?
Oh thank you, Lord
But If it pleases thee to have them
Banging down the doors
Coudst thou let 'em know what they're in for
Ain't good for you or me or them
Amen
Oh, Woman
I'm your servant
Asking for the right to look you in the eye
Oh, Woman
I'm dying
For you to notice how far I've come
I'm moving down town
And your daughters are walking by me
I believe they're still deciding
If they like having me around
If they like having me around
I need to know why
Goodwill's coming by
To collect a box I filled with things I hate about myself
Things I liked before I got here
Then I'll pick 'er up
And we'll do anything she wants
Or anything they want
Or anything you want
Oh, Woman
I don't care
(Part Two)
Lord, I'd be in your debt
If you help my forget
That heaven is mine for trying
'Cause lord I don't know why
You give me so much life
All to live resigned to dying