Better by the Pound - Meshell Ndegeocello

Pleasure is the motivation

For the human race

Everything starts and ends with sex

And appeal

Feeling good is the bait

They use to fish for you and me

Comfort is the poison

It’s your spirit they want to kill

There’s a tidal wave of mysticism

Surging through our space-aged generation

And it’s all designed

To take you to the sky

There’s such a need

To get nice

And feel nice

And I need it more than I ought to

I said

My preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction

The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction

You know what?

I’m feeling better

By the pound

There’s a tidal wave of mysticism

Surging through our space-aged generation

And it’s all designed

To take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

I’m feeling better by the pound

By the pound

There’s a tidal wave of mysticism

Surging through our space-aged generation

Try to take your mind

It’s all designed

To take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

I’m feeling better by the pound

Yeah

Satisfaction

Gratifaction

There’s a tidal wave of mysticism

Surging through our space-aged generation

And it’s all designed

To take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

There’s a tidal wave of mysticism

Surging through our space-aged generation

And it’s all designed

To take you to the sky

Take you to the sky

Take you to the sky