Out of towners see the city once it’s built
Walk for miles in order to feel these streets are real
And every mother’s daughter deserves a life she’d kill
For it’s coursing through her veins
She wants what’s hers against her will
Cause first thing Monday morning we all feel it
And a woman her ain’t weak
She don’t a she’s it
is me
is me
Well, to a city mid-October
Still left of progress underway
She don’t you let the absence of a father
Have daughter and her mom’s mistakes
Cause first thing Monday morning we all feel it
And a woman her ain’t weak
She don’t a she’s it
is me
is me
She don’t can try
Cause things will always out do
You just in time to all unwind
Cause can’t daughter’s life being just mine
But first thing Monday morning she’s gonna feel it
And a woman her ain’t weak
She don’t a she’s it
hope prays her is me
hope prays her is me
