She's not your object of affection She's not an object at all She's not the answer to a question She's not waiting to be made whole Remember, remember Remember, remember When you were young boys With all your blood rushing Remember, remember Remember, remember She never did Never has Never will Never owed you nothing It's not your fault you've been conditioned To believe you reap what you sow Of woman, God has made no mention So does she wait for scraps from the floor? Remember, remember Remember, remember When you were young boys With all your blood rushing Remember, remember Remember, remember She never did Never has Never will Never owed you nothing She never owed you nothing What color would you like her dressed in When you look down on her? Just when you think that she is less than She multiplies herself and gives you a son Remember, remember Remember, remember When you were young boys With all your blood rushing Remember, remember Remember, remember She never did Never has Never will Never owed you nothing She never owed you nothing