The
wild women
They
don't take relationships
They
want to kick up a storm
Let
their names be called
The
wild women
They
drop men like potatoes
They
dare to step over
They
want to be known
The
wild women
The
men will dare to go
The
catch of the day
The
men will sing praises
The
wild women
They
make the men wait on line
They
have the power of beauty
They
can demand and command
The
wild women
They
make their presence
They
play on the needs of men
They
know how to play the ball
The
wild women
They
make the police run
In
the city, in town, in everywhere
On
faith when they say they retire
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