A woman\'s hands is a woman\'s hands
But our bras are sacred;
Behold our power and our strength
Behold the mighty touch of our hands,
Behold the statues that carry weight
Behold the empires we create...
For the touch of our bras sustains us
We wear them proudly with a smile
And all the while...we persevere
Through the wind, through the rain,
Through anything,
And what is best about a rainy day
Is the power of the forces that win
Oh sacred roses wear sacred bras
We range within the colors
For every style is unique
And every style is worthy
Oh women, women
Do you see
The beauty of our revelry?
For I remain solid in my seat
For the perfect bra can\'t be beat;
Oh rainy days shine on me
Like an everlasting halo of rest,
Oh what becomes of my budding chest
When all I feel is the sun\'s caress?
Let us be brave...Let us be mighty
For we are statues
With rainy day bras,
We stand tall...We stand proudly
For I am happy to be a woman
In my strength.