Young Girls - Princess Nokia

Butterfly wings, rats in the spring

And I’m golden from my toes and

And I’m reading palms, and I’m singing songs

Got the neo-soul, I got it tongue-tied

See it in my eye, see it in my thigh

Rollin' around, singin', no frown

Figure of speech, analogy

Simile, an allegory

Rhymes get me tongue-tied, speech of my third eye

Angels on my side, rain that is God’s cry

Emanate the shaman sound

Bathe in dirt in the ground

Now there’s village and people, we all play our part

There’s naked children running all about

Mothers and sisters, daughters and son

Room for everyone, room for everyone

Dancing and singing, no phone is ringing

Babies is peeing while they aunties is cleaning

Young girls, patrons of the earth

Young girls, take care of all the earth

Young girls, they need they own respect

Young girls, carry babies from they neck

Young girls, young girls

Young girls, young girls

Young girls, young girls, patrons of the Earth

Young girls, young girls, young girls

Nipples dripping, nectar for the youth

We play with plants and we don’t watch cartoons

Wash in the rivers and prepare our food

This is what young girls, young girls do

Goddess of the moon, stars, and the sky

Jah took me high and Baal get me by

Young girls, young girls, young girls