Isaiah Johnson feat. Cynthia Erivo & Joaquina Kalukango -
The Color Purple (New Broadway Cast Recording)
Mister / Nettie & Lily of the Field
You got some pretty teeth, Nettie
Celie got pretty teeth, too
Don't you think?
And your skin dazzle my eyes
Like the moonlight the night
Thank you
That's a real pretty dress, Nettie
You married to my sister
And them shoes look just right
On them pretty little feets
I got to get to school
I need some sugar for my sweet tooth, Nettie
Don't you come over here!
When you gonna let me lick
Your lollipop
Nettie?!
Argh! Gah
Dear God, dont take my Nettie!
You ain't never gonna hear from her
Ever
Dont do this
Dont hurt her
You even try to find her
She'll be the one to pay
Dont forget me, Celie
Nettie, write me
Get off my property!
I'll write ya everday
Nothing but death will keep me from it!
Nettie!
Your sister dead to you
Dead!
You can't do this!
You can't do this!
Why you do this
Dear God?!
What you've done with my sister?
How this play in your plan?
Won't you bring back my Nettie?
You the only one who can
I never ask for anything
But I'm asking for this
If I'm really a lily of the field
You will answer my prayer
Or you're no God at all!
What do you think you're doing?
You go near that mailbox and I'll kill you, girl
So many winters grey
And summers blue
She must be dead
What kind of God are you?
Celie got pretty teeth, too
Don't you think?
And your skin dazzle my eyes
Like the moonlight the night
Thank you
That's a real pretty dress, Nettie
You married to my sister
And them shoes look just right
On them pretty little feets
I got to get to school
I need some sugar for my sweet tooth, Nettie
Don't you come over here!
When you gonna let me lick
Your lollipop
Nettie?!
Argh! Gah
Dear God, dont take my Nettie!
You ain't never gonna hear from her
Ever
Dont do this
Dont hurt her
You even try to find her
She'll be the one to pay
Dont forget me, Celie
Nettie, write me
Get off my property!
I'll write ya everday
Nothing but death will keep me from it!
Nettie!
Your sister dead to you
Dead!
You can't do this!
You can't do this!
Why you do this
Dear God?!
What you've done with my sister?
How this play in your plan?
Won't you bring back my Nettie?
You the only one who can
I never ask for anything
But I'm asking for this
If I'm really a lily of the field
You will answer my prayer
Or you're no God at all!
What do you think you're doing?
You go near that mailbox and I'll kill you, girl
So many winters grey
And summers blue
She must be dead
What kind of God are you?
Credits
Writer(s): Brenda Russell, Allee Willis, Stephen Bray
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