Текст песни Rib

I keep the books at the country courthouse
And answer phones of every kind from coast to coast
Help keep the astronauts in space with complicated formules
And give you echoes of my voice in song
I wash your dishes iron your shirts and give you children
And never mind a bit except when you forget
That I am flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone
And that Adam called me woman for I am the rib
And not a foot bone to be stepted on not a leg bone to be walked on
Not a hip bone to be sat on not a back bone to be leaned on
Not a shoulder bone to be cried on not a head bone to be relied on
But a rib bone to be side by side hand in hand not lesser then
Not greater then but just what heaven planned.
Yes you see I am the rib
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Many fields have I bought and with my own hands have I planted vinyards
With the fruits of my labors I have reached out to the poor
Before the light of day I have risen to feed my household
And my husband is known in the gates when he sits among the elders of the land
My price is far above rubies but for love trust and respect
Will I gladly share my gifts and willingly will I work for good but not for evil
As long as he remembers that I am the rib
And not a foot bone to be stepted on not a leg bone to be walked on
Not a hip bone to be sat on not a back bone to be leaned on
Not a shoulder bone to be cried on not a head bone to be relied on
But a rib bone to be side by side hand in hand not lesser then
Not greater then but just what heaven planned

For I am the rib