Guess it ain’t much like a lady
To speak of things meant for the dark
But it ain’t much like a woman
Just to lay quiet and not leave her mark
See I ain’t trying to be nobody
Just sing my song and die for the truth
But the truth is my body’s aching
So I’ve been hiding, using again
Oh but I’m still a woman
I still need to hear I love you
I still need to feel the fire of a man
And his fingers on my skin
Oh I’m still a woman
I guess that I, I can make a wife
And take pride in a family name
Or I can drink you under your supper table
And leave you burnin’ just the same
Oh but I’m still a woman
I still need to hear I love you
I still need to feel the fire of a man
And his fingers on my skin
Oh I’m still a woman
Oh I’m still a woman
