Be a Woman Joanna Newsom

When I saw the blossoms broke after the rain
Limp and sodden when you wrote me again
Made me think of spiders I've washed down the drain
Spider's ghosts strung up aback again

Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman
Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman
Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman

Then I see the blossoms broke after the rain
Limp and grey when you wrote me again
Made me think of spiders I washed down the drain
Be a woman, be a woman