I didn’t know
I’d be a “ho”
When I was a little girl.
I didn’t plan
On being with a man
When I was a little girl.
I didn’t understand
When they put their hands
On my ‘woo-woo’ when I was a girl.
But then it began
The man paid for his hand
And I was no longer a girl, but a ho.
Mama always said
I was not being wise.
Mama tried to tell me
I was smarter than them guys.
That all I had to say was, “No.” No! NO!!
But you know how it goes.
They were deaf, don’t you know.
So, by then, I was below.
I had nowhere else to go
And I knew it was so,
I was a ho.
Mama tried to lock the gate.
But she knew it was my fate.
She tried to find me a mate.
She tried to anticipate.
But it was too late.
Her dream would have to wait.
Because for me I hate
That I’m a ho…
I didn’t know
I’d be a “ho”
When I was a little girl
I didn’t plan
On being with a man
When I was a little girl
I didn’t understand
When they put their hands
On my ‘woo-woo’ when I was a girl
But then it began
The man paid for his hand
And I was no longer a girl, but a ho.
When the train came through
Looking for cooks,
I said I could cook
And I showed ‘em my books.
Sad for me, my looks
Made the men that were crooks
Suffer me my fate, you know…
You’re not a cook!
Not the way you look!
And so,
I was no longer a girl, I was a ho.