Some people want to see my blood gush out   And others want to watch while I cry   I heard somebody say once I was way too black   And someone answers she's not black enough for me      I bite my tongue and it bites me back   I bought a house and the neighbors moved   I had a dog but it was stolen      Some people say that it's coming   And I'll get it   It must be something I have no control of   They'll put the skin of the fruit on the ground   And I'll slip and fall      Oh how cruel to make a girl cry   Oh how cruel to make a girl cry   Oh how cruel to make a girl cry      I have no hope in hell and I won't get to heaven   Too many lies or not enough sinnin'      Some people say that it's coming   And I'll get it   It must be something I have no control of   They'll put the skin of the fruit on the ground   And I'll slip and fall      Oh how cruel to make a girl cry   Oh how cruel to make a girl cry   Oh how cruel to make a girl cry