Mataora

Burning with the urge to see me
They cry if I’m a liar
They’d rather kill me
Than see me happy with anyone

My fierceness draws them in
My freedom scares them
I’ve got a knife in my flesh
In case someone gets upset

Strong like ivy
Wild like blackberries
I look at you and turn you to stone
I’m Carmen, the Mata'ora
It's Mataora, bitch!

Ma-ta-o-ra
No one says my name
Ma-ta-o-ra
I’m known for being a sinner
Ma-ta-o-ra
I don’t need money
Ma-ta-o-ra
My comb is my crown

Spent my life and lost my cash
I drank my sins in sips of death
If you cut the wound, it grows back
The dagger in my leg hidden bites you

Like the ivy, like the blackberries
I look at you and turn you to stone
I’m Carmen, the Mata'ora

Ma-ta-o-ra
No one says my name
Ma-ta-o-ra
I’m known for being a sinner
Ma-ta-o-ra
I don’t need money
Ma-ta-o-ra
My comb is my crown

I don’t stay out of pity
I’m not tied down by force
They grab my hair tight
And I cut my braids
They grab my hair tight
And I cut my braids
They grab my hair tight
And I cut my braids

Ma-ta-o-ra
No one says my name
Ma-ta-o-ra
I’m known for being a sinner
Ma-ta-o-ra
No one says my name
Ma-ta-o-ra
I’m known for being a sinner
Ma-ta-o-ra
I don’t need money
Ma-ta-o-ra
My comb is my crown

Ma-ta-o-ra
Spent my life and lost my cash
Ma-ta-o-ra
I drank my sins in sips of death
Ma-ta-o-ra
If you cut the wound, it grows back
Ma-ta-o-ra
The dagger in my chest is stuck, my death