So I put the weaves, perms, curls, and hair dye
And raise my fist in power and honor.
What a paradox 
I slept with him, him, him, and her 	 
And put the head wraps
What a paradox
So I went to the clubs dressed just barely
And I raise my hand to testify.
What a paradox
I say, “I love you”
And kiss your best friend.
I claim purity of heart- Sunday
And smoke a blunt -Thursday 
I drink so much till I sway 
And call it the highlight of my day.
What a paradox.
What a paradox.
What a paradox!
But say I’m the black woman of today.