I was born in the city
Put on airs and acting wise
I was born with a cradle at hand let it go let it go
I was born looking pretty
Put on dress and don't know why
I was born with paint on my hand let it go let it go
I was born
I come
I was born
Here comes the water ain't getting out no dryer
Ain't pretty weeping ain't getting out no dryer
I was born knowing plenty
But teachers teach and don't say why
I was born to a crisis of faith Oh let it go let it go
Her come the water ain't getting out no dryer
Ain't pretty weeping ain't getting out no dryer