All you had to do was ask.
Who is it that wears a mask?
When you put me to task you leave me broke and shirtless.
Check your lips at the door woman.
Shake your hips like battleships.
Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service. Sing.
I only got one face;
I tried too long to erase.
You know if I left, I wouldn’t leave a trace.
If I left, you’d never see me again.