O.O.A.
[VERSE 1]
She’s not your object of affection
She’s not an object at all
She’s not the answer to a question
She’s not waiting to be made whole

[Chorus]
Remember, remember
Remember, remember
When you were young boys
With all your blood rushing
Remember, remember
Remember, remember
She never did
Never has
Never will
Never owed you nothing

[VERSE 2]
It’s not your fault you’ve been conditioned
To believe you reap what you sow
Of woman, God has made no mention
So does she wait for scraps from the floor?
[Chorus 2]

[VERSE 3]
What color would you like her dressed in
When you look down on her?
Just when you think that she is less than
She multiplies herself and gives you a son

[Chorus 3]