Hey Mama
I grew my hair longer like the dirty hippies dancing in the rain that you used to hate
Hey Papa
Thanks for dishing out the dollars to doctors that dared to fix the shit you did when I was eight
Grandmother didn't hesitate to light a candle for her baby every Sunday
Two thousand miles between me and their cage, but I was born to be the black sheep of the family
Well I don't fear what mama hears about me
I don't fear what mama hears about me
'Cause this black sheep ain't got no one to please
Today I passed by the priest that used to preach to me
He tried to teach me that a woman's worth is determined by with whom she sleeps
HA
Since then I've been running from religion and living this feminist vision
I get on my knees, but I don't pray so I'm the poster child sinner in his homily
Well I don't fear what father hears about me
I don't fear what fathers hears about me
'Cause this black sheep ain't got no one to please
Since then I stopped dancing
With men that don't dig my disposition
I don't seek out their pretentious, prudent permission
To do what I will whenever I want
Question God
And fuck til dawn
The list could go on and on
'Cause I don't fear what you hear about me
I don't dear what you hear about me
'Cause this black sheep ain't got no one to please
This black sheep ain't got no one to please
