I waited for you outside of the bar
The rain came down like fists on the tar
I wished you would call, I wished you would show
I wished I could go but the rain was too hard
But the memory is a sweet thing, it's a sweet thing, it's a sweet thing
No matter how hard it rode in my rough
That was a night, this is a day,
And I will shrug you off
What is queer is our clipped love
Is our split selves in this mix-up
What is hard is no kind of help
No aid from no one, not even myself
I took off my dress in your car
Just to change, just to change
I put my feet through my jeans' ankles and
You looked so strangely at me
I guess you couldn't see what it means to me
But the memory is a sweet thing, it's a sweet thing, it's a sweet thing
No matter how hard it rode in me rough
That was a night, this is a day,
And I will shrug you off
What is queer is one deaf ear
Is one-hand handshakes and toast with no cheer
What is sad is that now you and I can smile
In each other's faces, and you will still lie
The Philadelphia rapper turns the children's music formula on its head with old-school beats and sharp life lessons. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 13, 2023