Shoot Shoot

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise

Does my sassiness upset you
Why are you beset with gloom
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room

Just like moons, Just like suns
Just like hopes springing high

Shoot, shoot
Shoot me with your words
Kill me
Kill me with your eyes
But still, like air, I'll rise

Did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my sexiness upset you
Does it come as a surprise
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard

Just like moons, Just like suns
Just like hopes springing high

Shoot, Shoot