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Woman, Neneh Cherry

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

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 borne and I’ve bred, I’ve cleaned and I’ve fed,
And for my healing wits I’ve been called a witch,
I’ve crackled in the fire and been called a liar,
I’ve died so many times, I’m only just coming to life.

It's Probably Me, Sting & Eric Clapton

If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold, cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger’s coat
No one would you see

You ask yourself, ‘Who’d watch for me?’
My only friend, who could it be?
It’s hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

When your belly’s empty
And the hunger’s so real
And you’re too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No one would you see
You ask yourself, ‘Who’d watch for me?’
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

You’re not the easiest person I ever got to know
And it’s hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You’ll only make me cry
But if there’s one guy, just one guy
Who’d lay down his life for you and die
It’s hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

When the world’s gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there’s only one voice that comes to your defence
And the jury’s out
And your eyes search the room
One friendly face is all you need to see
And if there’s one guy, just one guy
Who’d lay down his life for you and die

I hate to say it
I hate to say it
But it’s probably me

I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it’s probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it’s probably me
I hate to say it
I hate to say
But it’s probably me

Sweet Thing, David Bowie

It’s safe in the city, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door
And isn’t it me, putting pain in a stranger?

Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash
Will you see that I’m scared and I’m lonely?
So I’ll break up my room, and yawn and I
Run to the centre of things
Where the knowing one says

[CHORUS]
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
‘Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap
thing

I’m glad that you’re older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn’t that me?
I’m in your way, and I’ll steal every moment

If his trade is a curse, then I’ll bless you
And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and…
[CHORUS]

Andre3000's verse off SpottieOttieDopalicious

As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a li’l disco-tech
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA
via Atlanta, Georgia a li’l spot where
young men & young women go to experience
they first li’l taste of the nightlife
Me? Well I’ve never been there, well perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Old “E”
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
while the DJ sweatin’ out all the problems
and the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
competing with “Set it Off,” in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
“Hey hey look baby they playin’ our song”
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it’s only about 3 A.M.
and three niggas just don’ got hauled
off in the ambulance
two niggas don’ start bustin’
and one nigga don’ took his shirt off talkin’ ‘bout
“Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?”
It’s just my interpretation of the situation