Some people want to see
my blood gush out
And others want to watch while I cry
I heard somebody say once
I was way too black
And someone answers
she's not black enough for me
I bite my tongue and
it bites me back
I bought a house and
the neighbors moved
I had a dog but it was stolen
Some people say that it's coming
And I'll get it
It must be something
I have no control of
They'll put the skin
of the fruit on the ground
And I'll slip and fall
Oh how cruel to make a girl cry
Oh how cruel to make a girl cry
Oh how cruel to make a girl cry
I have no hope in hell
and I won't get to heaven
Too many lies or not enough sinnin'
Some people say that it's coming
And I'll get it
It must be something
I have no control of
They'll put the skin
of the fruit on the ground
And I'll slip and fall
Oh how cruel to make a girl cry
Oh how cruel to make a girl cry
Oh how cruel to make a girl cry