Miracle - Bambara

The name Miracle has followed her around her whole life

Born to sterilized parents who vanished one night

Got a tattoo, says «Meanness» inside her lower lip

She pulls it down in the mirror so she can read it

Framed by her blonde wig in the bright white glow, yeah

Spit crawls down her wrist and she lets her lip go

She smokes out her window watching the sunset

Behind the figures of bending trees

While her collection of broken wind chimes

Play wild drones in minor keys

Yeah

They see her in The Cheetah on the weekday nights

They see her and they dream of young versions of their wives

She saved up for some braces, all the ones and the fives

Her teeth are straightening out now and sore all the time, yeah

Hands reach out for her like she’ll cure disease, yeah

And she bats her eyes and she makes them say, «Please»

Yeah, «Meanness,» she thinks

Around the pole

Spinning

Heavy breathing, oh

«Meanness,» she thinks

Sore mouth

Pouting

Blowing kisses, huh

«Meanness,» she sings

Skinny legs

Kicking

Flailing, yeah

«Meanness,» she sings