| I could raise the crap from the earth
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| I could raise my children from birth
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| But when I’m looking for work
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| They say that job ain’t for her
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| I could be a good man’s wife
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| I could give a new child life
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| But when I fight for my rights
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| They say no woman, no cry
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| But I ain’t giving up
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| I can’t count on love
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| I get my hands dirty
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| I show up so early
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| They show me no mercy
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| So I just keep working
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| Maybe God could save me
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| Or my boss might pay me
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| Right now no one serves me
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| Maybe their hands are dirty, dirty, dirty?
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| I could lead impossible missions
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| Occupy the highest position
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| But when I ask them to listen
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| They disregard my opinion
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| Well, I ain’t askin' no more
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| I will command the floor
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| I’m breaking every glass ceiling
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| I’m building skyscraping buildings
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| And when that next storm comes
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| I’ll do what I always done
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| I get my hands dirty
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| I show up so early
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| They show me no mercy
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| So I just keep working
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| Maybe God could save me
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| Or my boss might pay me
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| Am I so unworthy?
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| Or are their hands just dirty, dirty, dirty?
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| And I have seen the other side of the mountain
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| Where every queen will be afforded her throne
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| And I will stand beside my sisters
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| And all persistent resisters
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| They’ll say I knew it would come true
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| And I’ll say «darling, me too»
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| I get my hands dirty
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| I show up so early
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| They show me no mercy
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| So I just keep working
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| Maybe God could save me
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| Or my boss might pay me
|
| Right now no one serves me
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| Maybe their hands are dirty?
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| I get my hands dirty
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| I show up so early
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| They show me no mercy
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| So I just keep working
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| Maybe God could save me
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| Or my boss might pay me
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| Am I so unworthy?
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| Or are their hands just dirty, dirty, dirty? |