Breasts like cherries

Is it my fault that my eyes are wide like berries?

Is it my fault that i dance like I´m the only woman left?

Is it my fault that my breasts are like cherries?

And when I love they melt like the sweetest jam.

The whole world blames me for standning,

Standing there like I have nothing to lose,

With all my pride and all my scares bleeding,

But still rocking on that Blues.

They tell me to cover up my sholders,

But fools can´t hide my divine wings,

And I rise from the dust bolder,

To show who´s God for these Kings.

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