She’s like God to them
She’s righteous which is odd to them
Her disciples ready to assemble
Would wash her feet to get inside of her temple
Men read her words like the bible
Want her to be a wife without the title
Their idol
In the form of a female
Worship her because of perception and her detail
Get on their knees to bow to her
Vow to her
Men cling to her
Often sing to her
But she’s too high to touch and too invincible to see
Not to mention…
She belongs to me.
She’s righteous which is odd to them
Her disciples ready to assemble
Would wash her feet to get inside of her temple
Men read her words like the bible
Want her to be a wife without the title
Their idol
In the form of a female
Worship her because of perception and her detail
Get on their knees to bow to her
Vow to her
Men cling to her
Often sing to her
But she’s too high to touch and too invincible to see
Not to mention…
She belongs to me.