Big Russia is acknowledging
All ladies who are spending
Astonishing and unending days
In Lynwood jail, reckoning
Each of them, wrestling and mourning
In waiting, to get out to freedom
To see their boys and girls, reveling
Deafening silence of authorities
Wondering and pondering how much time
They have to do fluttering
Like wounded birds, uttering prayers to God
I won't take traction when I am at the club
I want you to want me, cuz I want your love
Lied you, gotta live your life right
I just want to have fun till the morning light
In the morning
Covering under the county blankets in cold, suffering
And bearing pressure of motherhood, burning their
Youth and beauty in the big house
Working hard for a man, yearning for this hell to end
Learning daring skills to be better next time
Nursing babies and their husbands in tearing
And turning of the mind, offering their last
To the unforgiving life that is like a knife
I won't take traction when I am at the club
I want you to want me, cuz I want your love
Lied you, gotta live your life right
I just want to have fun till the morning light
In the morning
Trying to be good mothers and wives
Dancing in sorrow under a tune that drives
All of the insane, ruining the remainder of lives
That they trying to preserve from destruction
Which deprives them of good vibes
Each night they spend in jail and thrives once
The freedom arrives and they get out
To see the sun, fresh air, and normal life
We love you, ladies. Big Russia out! Peace!
I won't take traction when I am at the club
I want you to want me, cuz I want your love
Lied you, gotta live your life right
I just want to have fun till the morning light
In the morning