O.O.A.

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
 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
 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?
 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
 She never owed you nothing
 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
 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
 She never owed you nothing