Blase

Blasé, ain't you daddy?

You, who shot your sperm into me

But you never set me free

This ain't a hate thing

It's a love thing

If lovers ever really love that way

The way they, say

I give you a loaf of sugar

You tilt my womb, 'till it runs

All of Ethiopia awaits you

My prodigal son

Blasé, ain't you big daddy?

But mama loves you

She, always has

Blasé, ain't you big daddy?

You, who shot your sperm into me

But never, set me free

This ain't a hate thing

It's a love thing

If lovers ever really love that way

The way they say

I give you a loaf of sugar

And you tilt my womb, 'till it runs

All of Ethiopia awaits you

My prodigal son

Blasé, ain't you big daddy?

But mama loves you

She always has