Margaret Atwood - The Chorus Line: A Rope-Jumping Rhyme lyrics
[Margaret Atwood - The Chorus Line: A Rope-Jumping Rhyme lyrics]
We are the maids the ones you killed
The ones you failed
We danced in air our bare feet twitched
It was not fair
With every goddess, queen, and bitch
From there to here you scracthed your itch
We did much less than what you did
You judged us bad
You had the spear you had the word
At your command
We scrubbed the blood of our dead
Paramours from floors, from chairs
From stairs, from doors, we knelt in waters
While you stared
At our bare feet it was not fair
You licked our fear
It gave you pleasure you raised your hand
You watched us fall
We danced in air the ones your failed
The ones you killed
The ones you failed
We danced in air our bare feet twitched
It was not fair
With every goddess, queen, and bitch
From there to here you scracthed your itch
We did much less than what you did
You judged us bad
You had the spear you had the word
At your command
We scrubbed the blood of our dead
Paramours from floors, from chairs
From stairs, from doors, we knelt in waters
While you stared
At our bare feet it was not fair
You licked our fear
It gave you pleasure you raised your hand
You watched us fall
We danced in air the ones your failed
The ones you killed
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