BAMBARA - Miracle

The miracles followed her around her whole life
Born to sterilized parents
Who vanished one night
Got a tattoo says "Meanness"
Inside her lower lip
She pulls it down in the mirror
So she can read it

Framed by her blonde wig
In a bright white room
Spit crawls down her fist
As she lets her lip go

She smokes out a window
Watching the sun set
Behind the figures of bending trees
And a collection of broken wind chimes
Play wild drones in minor keys

They see her when they're cheating on the weekday nights
They see her and they dream of young versions of their wives
She saved up for some braces on the one's and the five's
Her teeth are straightening out now
And sore all the time

Hands reach out for her, she'll cure disease
She bats her eyes as she makes them say please

Yeah, maybe she slips
Down the pole
Spinning
Heavy breathing
Maybe she slips
Sore mouth
Pouting
Blowing kisses
Maybe she sings
Sheer ledge
Kicking
Freeing
Maybe she sings

Written by:
Reid Bateh, Blaze Bateh

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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