Southern girls know what it means Southern girls know what it means Southern girls know what it means When the patriarchy menacingly says You shush yourself down now You put a finger on those beautiful lips We both know what they're good for, don't we? You put a finger on those beautiful lips We both know what they're good for, don't we? You shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself down now You shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself down now He says: I no longer believe That freedom and democracy Are compatible Compatible That's clear to me There is hierarchy You should be pleased to serve In any capacity Capacity I'm not asking You put a finger on those beautiful lips We both know what they're good for, don't we? You shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself down now Am I just a resentful observer? Slinking from one penthouse to another In this urban Serengeti Am I just meat? Can I live through this? Can I live through this? Courtney, thank you He calls me Cassandra He calls me Cassandra, and says 'Cause no one will believe Your prophecies He calls me his Cassandra As he puffs His Cohiba Behike Just put a finger on those beautiful lips We both know what they're good for, don't we You shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself Shush yourself down now I knew a girl who wrote Silent all these years Where is she? Ooh, where is she? Where is she? Where is she?