Some people want to see my blood gush out

And others want to watch while I cry

I heard somebody say once I was way too black

And someone answers she's not black enough for me



I bite my tongue and it bites me back

I bought a house and the neighbours moved

I had a dog but it was stolen



Some people say that it's coming

And I'll get it

It must be something I have no control of

They'll put the skin of the fruit on the ground

And I'll slip and fall



Oh how cruel to make a girl cry

Oh how cruel to make a girl cry

Oh how cruel to make a girl cry



I have no hope in hell and I want to get to heaven

Too many lies or not enough sinnin'



Some people say that it's coming

And I'll get it

It must be something I have no control of

They'll put the skin of the fruit on the ground

And I'll slip and fall



Oh how cruel to make a girl cry

Oh how cruel to make a girl cry

Oh how cruel to make a girl cry