I'm having fun splitting it all
From the belly and the hips
My instinct is my beacon
The wanderings of my thoughts
I know my flaws well
But I know how to outdo myself
It starts in the belly and the hips
Who swim against the current
Who refuse the wind's direction
Refuse to be the replica
Of the replica of the replica
The one nobody can catch
Striking back, striking back
When a woman asserts herself
Without your army behind you
On the thread of your thoughts
Unknotting it, cutting it
From the belly and the hips
My instinct almost witch-like
My will hardly skittish
And look for how to provoke it
It starts in the belly and the hips
Who swim against the current
Who refuse the wind's direction
Refuse to be the replica
Of the replica of the replica
The one nobody can catch
Striking back, striking back
When a woman asserts herself
Without your army behind you
From the belly and the hips