Go Limp-Nina Simone

　　　 Artist：nina simone Songs Title：go limp Album by: Verve Jazz Masters 58: Nina Simone Sings Nina Artist by: Nina Simone Oh daughter, dear daughter, Take warning from me And dont you go marching With the n-a-a-c-p. For theyll rock you and roll you And shove you into bed. And if they steal your nuclear secret Youll wish you were dead. Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay. Singin too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay. Oh mother, dear mother, No, Im not afraid. For Ill go on that march And Ill return a virgin maid. With a brick in my handbag And a smile on my face And barbed wire in my underwear To shed off disgrace. One day they were marching. A young man came by With a beard on his cheek And a gleam in his eye. And before she had time To remember her brick... They were holding a sit-down On a nearby hay rig. For meeting is pleasure And parting is pain. And if I have a great concert Maybe I wont have to sing those folk songs again. Oh mother, dear mother Im stiff and Im sore From sleeping three nights On a hard classroom floor. One day at the briefing Shed heard a man say, Go perfectly limp, And be carried away. So when this young man suggested It was time she was kissed, She remembered her brief And did not resist. Oh mother, dear mother, No need for distress, For the young man has left me His name and address. And if we win Tho a baby there be, He wont have to march Like his da-da and me.