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