(Part One)nnOh, WomannI'm your servantnI don't know anything,nBut I'm read to learnnnOh, WomannI am starvingnFor your approvalnBe kind to mennThe big city calls and your daughters are smiling through the windows of apartment buildingsnI bet I look about as small as I feelnnThank you, JesusnCan I have another?nAnd another?nOh thank you, LordnnBut If it pleases thee to have them nBanging down the doorsnCoudst thou let 'em know what they're in fornAin't good for you or me or themnAmennnOh, WomannI'm your servantnAsking for the right to look you in the eyenOh, WomannI'm dyingnFor you to notice how far I've comennI'm moving down townnAnd your daughters are walking by menI believe they're still decidingnIf they like having me aroundnIf they like having me aroundnI need to know whynnGoodwill's coming bynTo collect a box I filled with things I hate about myselfnThings I liked before I got herennThen I'll pick 'er upnAnd we'll do anything she wantsnOr anything they wantnOr anything you wantnOh, WomannI don't carenn(Part Two)nnLord, I'd be in your debtnIf you help my forgetnThat heaven is mine for tryingnn'Cause lord I don't know whynYou give me so much lifenAll to live resigned to dying