It’s almost Tuesday
And I feel like ‘the blues’ today
Come and help me sing a song
Relating a thong to a memory so mild
Of who I was trying to become so long ago:
I’m nearly an adult
And im clothed with threads
So long that they cover my arms
And shoulders and
My behind
Is it wrong of me to wear a thong?
So help me determine who im in the wrong with.
Does your God agree that he meets me in honor
Of what I refuse to wear or how long my hair is?
I choose relating myself to him rather than teasing man.
So help me grow In my girl power
Without giving my flower away.