Shopping for Jazz - Meshell Ndegeocello

If the big girls don’t mind

To clap or just snap my fingers

I’m trying to decide

The world keeps pushing

Got a flow all it’s own

Riding the tide of last night

Never alone

The falling notes are land slides

Picture perfect, love is no where

I was silent

You were breathless

Browsing the walls

Like a solo in shreds

A flight in a tattered landscape

I’ll sing you instead

I’m looking for motion

'Cause honey I move

The aire of a thunder condition

I got nothing to prove