Mumma Sita Yeah Yeah Yeah No No Let me tell you about this beautiful mumma Sita Her Man used to beat her Anytime eyes came near her He would be there with a glare to greet her Defeat her Over and over retreat her Till there was nothing left But a half crescent moon She clutches to her chest Hoping that he wont leave her She wants to cut these strings But she given him her best Faith has fallen Self pitty rises Inside her chest Invisible cages circle Her heart and mind She watches birds on TV fly free So she can forget about The key master for a little time And bee To Restore faith Hope that there is an answer But the light is constantly fading In the eyes of this tiny dancer She knows not to blame the person just the devil inside She bit off more than she could chew Trying to sooth his demons inner child She clutches her pillow at night Swears to god That she will hate all men forever Just get me out of this rotten club She now too smells like dirty leather The next time he walks through the door With her hands on this bat She swings as hard as her daddy taught her Knocked out flat X1 Chorus Dont underestimate the tiny dancer Spinning too fast Bruises heal But looks last forever X1 Dont underestimate the tiny dancer Like a dirty beat from a ghetto blaster Verse The ambulance comes to take him away By his bedside she sits She will never stray Im sorry she crys its not my fault Something just came over me Like the combination to a vault I only swung once and didnt know the combination I know these numbers were passed to you from another but in a different situation Do you forgive me baby Cause I always forgive you I like the grass when its long and green Before you flatten it with your shoe She closes her eyes Away to another place Her finger tips soft touching the side of his face She pitchers the mud below the long grass Her fingers become softer as she strains out his old first to last With a simple combination a 2 and a 3 She takes 1 from 3 Pulls her eye away Feelings seeps in... FREE She makes her way home and gathers her things No note left Now only a tan line for a ring Chorus Dont underestimate the tiny dancer Spinning too fast Bruises heal But looks last forever X3 Dont underestimate the tiny dancer Like a dirty beat from a ghetto blaster
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