sula (paperback)

down here in the bottom there ain't no room for me

i don't wanna make no babies

i don't need a man to save me

secondhand loneliness pass on over me

i might wanna make some babies

runnin outta time for waiting

freedom and triumph

they weren't meant for me

girls of my color

find somethin' else to be

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

ooh i'm better

ooh i'm better

ooh i'm better

ooh i'm better

up here in the bottom you linger over me

i got all this space to fill

somethin only bodies heal

promiscuous holiness slope is slippery

i got all this time to kill

somethin' like a prayer to kneel to

lay on my pillow you think i'm so weak

soft as my skin is my power's discreet

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

i'm better i'm better i'm better

ooh i'm better

ooh i'm better

ooh i'm better

ooh i'm better

thick with birds

i met you in the dirt

we get burns

you left me so hurt

thick with birds

you met me in the dirt

sick at first

but havin' our love

i'm not sorry that i cut you out

i'm not sorry

can't be sorry that i cut you out

what's done is done

no crying over you

i'm not sorry that i cut you out

i'm not sorry

can't be sorry that i cut you out

what's done is done

no crying over you