Some times songs just say it better than I ever could…
Sister, you’ve been on my mind
Sister, we’re two of a kind
So, sister, I’m keepin’ my eye on you.
I betcha think I don’t know nothin’
But singin’ the blues, oh, sister,
Have I got news for you, I’m something,
I hope you think that you’re something too
Scufflin’, I been up that lonesome road
And I seen alot of suns going down
Oh, but trust me,
No-o low life’s gonna run me around.
So let me tell you something Sister,
Remember your name, No twister
Gonna steal your stuff away, my sister,
We sho’ ain’t got a whole lot of time,
So-o-o shake your shimmy Sister,
‘Cause honey the ‘shug’ is feelin’ fine.
I kind of have this reputation of being a good girl, and I am, but I can be bad too.
But my bad is dark, my bad is different, my bad is me, and I keep me hidden away and safe from those who seek to judge me, the bad me.
I haven’t been me, the bad me, in quite some time now but she creeps to the surface and shows her face some times, if you watch close, maybe you’ve seen her.
She has her own face, thoughts, and taste in music, shes not quite as varied in her tastes as the softer me, the safer me, the good girl me, but I love her any way, because she is me.