She said it was complicated
She would never be mine
Then she come up through the bottom
With stories of gold mine
Still I sit here alone
Where I thought she would be mine
All the bees up in the branches
Just doing my sweet time
She got black boots
She got black bra
She got black dress
She got black boots
She got black bra
She got black dress
I got black mess
I say
She the jewel in the lotus
She the dark spell of the She
She dance like a sinner
Then she flow like the sea
Open like a dirty secret
Just for me
She one with design
She milk, she thistle
She roadside divine
She my honey and my gristle
Cause flesh is just to see
The need for theology
I was born on the other side
Oh me, oh my
Got a song in my head now
Got a radio that play dead now
Got a child up in the hills
Holdin' out a light for me
To come alive
Under all this heat
Under all this cold