Mumma Sita
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
No
No
Let me tell you about this beautiful mumma Sita
Her Man used to beat her
Anytime eyes came near her
He would be there with a glare to greet her
Defeat her
Over and over retreat her
Till there was nothing left
But a half crescent moon
She clutches to her chest
Hoping that he won't leave her
She wants to cut these strings
But she given him her best
Faith has fallen
Self pitty rises
Inside her chest
Invisible cages circle
Her heart and mind
She watches birds on
TV fly free
So she can forget about
The key master for a little time
And bee
To
Restore faith
Hope that there is an answer
But the light is constantly fading
In the eyes of this tiny dancer
She knows not to blame the person just the devil inside
She bit off more than she could chew
Trying to sooth his demons inner child
She clutches her pillow at night
Swears to god
That she will hate all men forever
Just get me out of this rotten club
She now too smells like dirty leather
The next time he walks through the door
With her hands on this bat
She swings as hard as her daddy taught her
Knocked out flat X1
Chorus
Don't underestimate the tiny dancer
Spinning too fast
Bruises heal
But looks last forever X1
Don't underestimate the tiny dancer
Like a dirty beat from a ghetto blaster
Verse
The ambulance comes to take him away
By his bedside she sits
She will never stray
I'm sorry she crys it's not my fault
Something just came over me
Like the combination to a vault
I only swung once and didn't know the combination
I know these numbers were pa**ed to you from another but in a different situation
Do you forgive me baby
Cause I always forgive you
I like the gra** when it's long and green
Before you flatten it with your shoe
She closes her eyes
Away to another place
Her finger tips soft touching the side of his face
She pitchers the mud below the long gra**
Her fingers become softer as she strains out his old first to last
With a simple combination a 2 and a 3
She takes 1 from 3
Pulls her eye away
Feelings seeps in...
FREE
She makes her way home and gathers her things
No note left
Now only a tan line for a ring
Chorus
Don't underestimate the tiny dancer
Spinning too fast
Bruises heal
But looks last forever X3
Don't underestimate the tiny dancer
Like a dirty beat from a ghetto blaster