Dred loc de Me'shell Ndegeocello

Let me run my fingers through your dred locs
run them all over your body ‘til your hollor stops
as in life they grow a high on high 
ooh how i love a black man oh my my 
lay your body down to give yourself strength 
as you walk through this world of confrontation 
rest your weary head and let me run my fingers through your dreds
(sing along part)
let me run my fingers through your dred locs
and rub your body down
As i bathe my body in the sun 
in the land where life began stands a man 
one with nature with his head held high
he never questions why
together we make the fruit of life
so i love and treat him right
so rest you weary head and let me run my fingers through your dreds