Grown Woman Gravity JiveTurkey (Fire Cut)

Grown Woman Gravity [Start] [Intro – Spoken / Slow Funk Crawl] Now see... this here is not for no schoolyard crush, no bubblegum foolishness, no young thing still asking permission to stay out past the news. No, ma’am. This is a hymn for grown women. Women with keys. Women with rent. Women with stories. Women who can order whatever they please from the bar and send it back if the lime looks suspicious. [Soft Laser Synth] (Pew... pew...) Mercy. [Beat Drops – Thick Funk Groove] [Verse 1] I don’t mean one lady in a corner booth glow I mean the whole constellation putting rhythm in the floor The aunties, the divas the queens by the rail The ones who read the room like yesterday’s mail High heels, work boots sneakers with a lean Lipstick, bare face everything between Got a walk so heavy it can bend a bass line Got a laugh so sweet it can rearrange time I seen a grown woman raise one eyebrow slow And make three foolish men forget where to go That ain’t magic that’s seasoned command That’s thirty-one plus with the world in her hand [Pre-Chorus] She don’t need saving She don’t need a crown She already built one and burned two down She don’t need begging She don’t need chase Just room for her hips and respect for her space [Chorus] Grown woman gravity pulling on me Grown woman mystery setting me free Not one, not two but the whole sweet choir Got the funk in my knees set my socks on fire Grown woman gravity mercy, have grace Got the moon in her shoulder and the sun in her waist If she gives that smile and the mood gets right We can talk about breakfast after dancing all night (Pew pew!) Grown woman (Pew pa-pew!) Grown woman [Verse 2] Now I ain’t here grabbing like a raccoon in a pie I ain’t here whistling at somebody walking by I am here beholding like a museum guard Trying to act cool while breathing real hard Because grown women know where the exits are Know the price of gas Know the name of the star That kept them moving when the rent got rude And the whole dang world came with attitude They got medicine cabinets and scandalous drawers Got soft little secrets behind sensible doors Got one good robe and a dangerous look That could make a rabbi drop his prayer book [Pre-Chorus] She don’t need saving She don’t need a throne She got her own rhythm and her own way home She don’t need pressure She don’t need lines Just a groove that asks nice and takes its time [Chorus] Grown woman gravity pulling on me Grown woman mystery setting me free Not one, not two but the whole sweet choir Got the funk in my knees set my socks on fire Grown woman gravity mercy, have grace Got the moon in her shoulder and the sun in her waist If she gives that smile and the mood gets right We can talk about breakfast after dancing all night (Pew pew!) Grown woman (Pew pa-pew!) Grown woman [Break – Wah-Wah Gets Improper] [Spoken Over Groove] Now hold on there, Melvin... A grown woman is not a prize at the carnival. She is the carnival, the city permit, and the lady at the gate who knows you brought outside snacks. So if she says yes, say thank you. If she says no, say thank you. If she says, “Dance over there, strange little dental man,” then by heaven, you dance over there... after saying thankyou. [Laser Synth] (Pew pew pew!) [Bridge – Psychedelic Soul Lift] Maybe woman is not one story Maybe woman is a whole parade Every shape and every shade Every scar and every serenade Grown women got weather in the way they move Can make a dull room find its groove I don’t need perfect I don’t need new I like lived-in fine and tried-and-true Maybe desire can still be decent Maybe worship can keep its hands polite But if the answer turns warm and willing I may remove my spectacles slowly And let my dignity fall clean down [Final Chorus – Full Band / Background Vocals] Grown woman gravity pulling on me Grown woman mystery setting me free Not one, not two but the whole sweet choir Got the funk in my knees set my socks on fire Grown woman gravity mercy, have grace Got the moon in her shoulder and the sun in my face If she gives that smile and the mood gets right We can talk about breakfast after playing all night Grown woman gravity sweet and supreme Putting grown-man nonsense inside my dream If she’s thirty-one up and she moves by choice Then the whole band bows to the grown woman voice (Pew pew!) Grown woman (Pew pa-pew!) Grown woman (Pew pew!) Ask politely (Pew pa-pew!) Act rightly [Outro – Spoken / Bass Keeps Crawling] So to all grown women... may your drinks be strong, your shoes be chosen, your boundaries be honored, and your lovers know where the towels are. And if some square cannot handle your power... send him home with a pamphlet and a mint. [Soft Laser] Pew. [End]