she would rather be burned as a cursed
but they're making her live like a saint
put the thoughts in a pearl covered purse
put that brush on your body and paint
she would rather be killed on that cross
but they keep putting her underground
in her eyes there are sorrows and loss
and her blue head will never be crowned
take that smile from your devilish face
take an oath in the holy God's name
spread your legs, Mary, do it with grace
join them, daughter of Lot, you're acclaimed
don't cry, Tamar, just take off your dress
witch of Endor did not fear a man
what a dance, Hagar, what a success
almost as good as the Jephthah's plan
make your dreams disappear
make his one to your own
and your past will appear
at the following dawn
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