paroles de chanson Woman - Liz Lawrence

Drink up, you little one
Take your share of the setting sun
Cuz now I am future present
And you're our future president
Know when you're fortunate
21st-century woman
Keep wanting more
More than you're given

Starving for forty days
Stop saying yes, I said
Cuz you look like bones to us
You've got no sacrifice left
It's self-flagellation
Work hard, it'll pay back in dividends
But man, I'm still working for free
Got my taxes raised last week

Woman, woman, mother, oh
Carry me to my bed
From that hotel room where I lost some something
And damn right, I was an angry child
No sugar, no sweet, no meek, no mild

So drink up you little one
Save your share of the setting sun
Cuz irony's back in vogue
And progress is years too slow
And know when you're fortunate
Know when you're fortunate

Woman, woman, mother, oh
Carry me to my bed
From that hotel room where I lost some something
And damn right, I was an angry child
No sugar, no sweet, no meek, no mild

Woman, woman, mother, oh
Carry me to my bed
From that hotel room where I lost some something