It’s all in the hips she said
How the swaying leads to the dips she said
Like the way there’s a curve in our lips she said
When one prepares for a kiss she said
Now I know it’s one of those that must be said
When an African muses on the drum she said
There’s a spiritual evoke it provokes she said
The finesse in the balance in the stroke she saidSee the secret is in me she said
Way before I knew me was me she said
I guess my mother knew, she must have knew she said
The way she crept in the shadows and she stared she said
Mother had the fear she said
The fear that man couldn’t comprehend she said
Their eyes on my guise and their lies she said
Mother said it’s about time I realised she said
And that aroused a pain in me she said
It’s like I was to blame she blamed me she said
That her husband came after me she said
Old husband wanted me and not her she said
Every night it was me she said
And every cry was from me she said
I would close my eyes and ask mother why she said
Why she crept in the shadows and just watched she said
And I knew she was watching she said
Her eyes were unnerved as she watched she said
and her fist ooo her fist they were clutching she said
And when it was all over mother said NOTHING she said
so it’s one of those things that must be said
When an African muses on the drum she said
A young girl muses on the drum she said
An old man plays the beats on the drum she said
love it.
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