You can raise your girls,
To sing sweet praises,
And meek words,
But I will raise my girls,
To breath fire,
And talk ice.
I will teach them how to survive,
And how to live.
You can raise your girls,
To sing sweet praises,
And meek words,
But I will raise my girls,
To breath fire,
And talk ice.
I will teach them how to survive,
And how to live.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 