Originally Posted by montsnmags
No, no, no, they're not the lyrics. The Hymn from the Book of En Vogue goes...
Prejudice, wrote a song about it. Like to hear it? Here it go...
FREE YOUR MIND!
I wear tight clothing, high heeled shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no, no, no
I like rap music, wear hip hop clothes
That doesn't mean that I'm sellin' dope no, no, no
Oh my forgive me for having straight hair, no
It doesn't mean there's another blood in my heir, ya, ya
I might date another race or color
It doesn't mean I don't like my strong black brothers.
Everything I know I learnt from good pop music.
Cheers,
Robbie Williams (in my mind - "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be")
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