This Bitch Could Cause A Storm
Walking around little shops in Kensington.
Strong coffee with my Sunday morning spliff...
Bags under my eyes, but none on my arms...
Can't afford designer names, I'll keep that cash in my pocket
and a crystal too, when I'm feeling in need of protection
Staring out the windows to my soul
I don't care how red my eyes are, I need to soak up all of the light
Just a tank top, fuck a bra
Let my tits sag
Occasionally causing jaws to drop
Like you've never seen a woman so gracefully unable to give a fuck
Ever since I decided I'd rather feel comfortable, than change, to make you feel comfortable.
I respond to catcalls like a dog
Are you mad because I'm off the leash?
You thought I did this shit for you?
Just enjoy the weather, honey.
This bitch could cause a storm.