Concia James

I am a girl from the West
I could have fell higher
Only then, neither North or East
I am a girl from the West
Some believed I was made of gold
More that one fell
Because me Concia, Concia James
I am a girl from the West
When I arrive in my DS (DS is a french car)
When I take short cuts
Then, no more Concia
No more James,
I go really fast
And I go up and down in gears
I start, I stop so that I could loose my mind
And all that is signed, Concia James
I'm a star rink
I'm shooting and not fierce
But well, for the little bit that people rub it
I'm a pious hypocrite
I have no God, no master
I'm the mistress of one alone
Only then, by chance, others venture
I'm a swine
When I come half naked
Flourishing and with no trumpets
In night clubs
I make their lives a misery
And I go up and down in gears
I start, I stop so that I could loose my mind
And all that is signed, Concia James
Concia James
Concia James
Concia James