Hardwood Floor Servant Songtext
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Everyone looks ugly on a hardwood floor after nights of sleeping without lighting.
Every woman's hair get's messed and tossed when they walk in the rain without a hijab.
And that's why the Muslims fight wars for their girls.
And that's why I opened up my mouth full of sores,
and I begged for release from their jail on the beach,
scraping up splinters tacked to the door.
But I am a Westerner.
and I begged not to be their only Western servant on a hardwood floor,
Every woman's hair get's messed and tossed when they walk in the rain without a hijab.
And that's why the Muslims fight wars for their girls.
And that's why I opened up my mouth full of sores,
and I begged for release from their jail on the beach,
scraping up splinters tacked to the door.
But I am a Westerner.
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