SULA (Paperback)

Down here in the bottom, there ain't no room for me
I don't wanna make no babies
I don't need a man to save me
Secondhand loneliness pass on over me
Yeah, I might wanna make some babies
Runnin' outta time for waiting
Freedom and triumph, they weren't meant for me
Girls of my color, find somethin' else to be

I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better

I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better

Ooh, I'm better
Ooh, I'm better
Ooh, I'm better
Ooh, I'm better

Up here in the bottom, you linger over me
I got all this space to fill
Somethin' only bodies heal
Promiscuous, holiness slope is slippery
Yeah, I got all this time to kill
Somethin' like a prayer to kneel to
Lay on my pillow, you think I'm so weak
Soft as my skin is my power's discreet

I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better

I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
I'm better, I'm better, I'm better

Ooh, I'm better
Ooh, I'm better
Ooh, I'm better
Ooh, I'm better

Thick with birds, I met you in the dirt (I met you in the dirt)
We get burns, you left me so (you so left, oh, oh)
Thick with birds, you met me in the dirt (you met me in the dirt)
Sick at first, but havin' our love

I'm not sorry that I cut you out
I'm not sorry
Can't be sorry that I cut you out
What's done is done
No crying over you

I'm not sorry that I cut you out
I'm not sorry
Can't be sorry that I cut you out
What's done is done
No crying over you
Can't be sorry
I'm not sorry