parti hoon namaaz do raqaat ki

waqt fajr, farz adaa wajib

allahu akbar

allahu akbar

allahu akbar

bismillah hirrahman nirrahim

I wear hijaab under my skin

It's the sort of purity that allows you to sin

Protect where you are, hide where you been

farz adaa wajib, qurbatanallah

ashhadoan la ilaha illallah

I paint my skull black

ashhadoan la ilaha illallah

I paint my skull black

ashhadoan la ilaha illallah

for this I get much flack

ashhadoan la ilaha illallah

tiny flakes skitter down my back

Sadaqallahuallazeem

We wore our bodies like clothes

Sadaqallahuallazeem

Sucked on the toes that stuck out in rows

Sadaqallahuallazeem

Put on the attar and smelled like the rose

Sadaqallahuallazeem

Did He hear our prayers only He knows

I am the mother who did not die

To this sort of truth there is no reply

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