Her long, thick brown hair
Falling against her back
Her tan bronze skin
Shining in the sunlight
With baby soft curvesWhat happens when she steps outside?
She becomes nothing but a shadowy ghost
Nothing more than a lady
In a hijab is what they thought
But she holds her head up highAs she walks down the streets
She sees men whistling at their girls
What do they think that women are
A piece of meat waiting to be inspected?
She feels so bad for them
Falling against her back
Her tan bronze skin
Shining in the sunlight
With baby soft curvesWhat happens when she steps outside?
She becomes nothing but a shadowy ghost
Nothing more than a lady
In a hijab is what they thought
But she holds her head up highAs she walks down the streets
She sees men whistling at their girls
What do they think that women are
A piece of meat waiting to be inspected?
She feels so bad for them
But as she walks into her husbands arms
Her partner
Her one and only love
Her husband
She becomes transformed
Into her beautiful self
For only his eyes to see
