“Lucy, Lucy, where you been?”
Living in brown sugar sin.
“Lucy, Lucy, where’s you man?”
He come and taste me when he can.
“Lucy, Lucy, ain’t you hitched?”
No, I’m just his so good bitch.
“Lucy, Lucy. Baby is you blue?”
Tch. I’m tired of feeling blackgirl used.
“Lucy, Lucy, that’s no kinda life.”
Black girl ain’t no kinda wife.
“Lucy, Lucy, how you stand it?”
It’s better than bein’ empty handed.
“Lucy, Lucy, even you’s God’s flesh.”
This world ain’t wanna see that yet.
