A semi-repost with lyrics:
I’m A Woman
Naphtalia
9/22/10
I am a figure of your imagination
I have fooled you to think I really like carnations
But it’s just a web I weave
Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
I’m a woman
I am bold and clear and I have reservations
My emotions are more like a radio station
It’s fuzzy, then you tune in
Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
I’m a woman
Hear my song: beauty, beauty
I sing it all night, if I’m weeping or dancing
I don’t have one way to be
I want you to start seeing me
Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
Woven, then torn apart, then stitched up again
I’m a woman
I am beautiful and that’s not your imagination