Bed License

There were many mournings

When I thought of you

Every mourning

You were a nightmare come true

You kept stalking

Every new path I tread

But you said

I wasn't good enough in bed

Coz I didn't spend ten thousand hours lying under men

And I didn't spread myself across a hundred thousand beds

Leaving bloodstains and DNA on lips I can't recall

On Peter Paul, James and Saul

There were many mournings

When I couldn't speak

Every mourning (hmmm)

Weighed a mountain of bricks

You kept stalking, every weight that had fell

But now

I live rent-free in your head

Coz I didn't spend ten thousand hours lying under men

And I didn't spread myself across a hundred thousand beds

Leaving bloodstains and DNA on lips I can't recall

On Peter Paul, James and Saul

On Peter Paul, James and Saul

Written by Siobhan Lulama King, Composed by Tesfa Williams