Wings

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

I was 16 when they told me: Girl
Know your place, this ain't your world
If you dress like that, then your asking for
And you'll go nowhere with a voice like yours
Fuck it

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

They said: Hush, little girl, don't make a scene
Just cross those legs, forget that dream
But that ain't something I'll ever do
Who said you can't be a witch in your cowgirl boots?

Throw down
Tall poppy when I'm scorching the ground

The crowd threw me out for the kill
Told me how to dress and how to feel
They held me down but I learned how to heal
Look at me now, look at what I built
No Freedom without the will
Won't die for much, but I'll die on this hill
Some choose the cage 'cause they love the gild
My wings grew back, and theirs never will

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

Mary Magdalene had some fun
Some called her a whore, some called her a nun
Was she the baddest bitch in Bethlehem?
We'll never know 'cause her story's written by men

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

Saw a ballerina on a farm, it made me sad
Why you locking up a girl who can dance like that?
You craved the shine that she once had
So you caged the bird 'cause it won't fly back

The crowd threw me out for the kill (for the kill)
Told me how to dress and how to feel (how to feel)
They held me down but I learned how to heal
Look at me now, look at what I built (what I built)
No freedom without the will (without the will)
Won't die for much, but I'll die on this hill (I'll die on this hill)
Some choose the cage 'cause they love the gild
My wings grew back, and theirs never will

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

I live to see another day, I live to write my story, oh
Huum
I live to find my glory, won't let them speak no words for me, oh
And I'll be damned

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh

The crowd threw me out for the kill (my wings grew back)
Told me how to dress and how to feel
They held me down but I learned how to heal (my wings grew back)
Look at me now, look at what I built
No freedom without the will (my wings grew back)
Won't die for much, but I'll die on this hill
Some choose the cage 'cause they love the gild (my wings grew back)
My wings grew back, and theirs never will

Ooh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, oh