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