It’s too good
It’s too nice
She makes me finish too quick
Is it love?
No not love
She turns my sexual trick
She says she’s mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry.
Take a second of me
You beckon, I’ll be
She suffocates me
She suffocates me with suggestion
I asked ‘do you feel the same?’
And later on, maybe
I’ll tell you my real name
She’s so good, she’s so bad
You understand, I can’t stand
Now I could just kill a Man
She’s on her knees, I say please
I caress her silly lies, she’s got brown eyes
I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why
Forgive and you’re forgiven
Kingdom come
Can you wait for yours, I need to taste some
Life’s pretty funny, I laugh while she spends my money
She’s my freak
I guess I’m weak
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass my idle days with my idle ways
‘til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss
She cuts my slender wrists
Let’s waste some more time
I sign the dotted line
A different level
She-devil
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass my idle days with my idle ways
Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm but we never kiss
She says I’m weak and immature
But it’s cool
I know what money’s for.
Push comes to shove, her tongue’s her favorite weapon on attack
I slap her back, she mostly hates me.
Can I take off your clothes
Before we go out
And when you’re helpless, I’ll scream and shout
We finish everyday
(well, anyway)
Sixty-nine degrees
My head’s between your knees.
Tricky, Suffocated Love
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
michele orti manara 