These are due tomorrow for midterms

The drought was the very worst, ah ah

When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months, and months of back and forth, ah ah

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore

Hung my head, as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning

That's when I could finally breathe

And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean

There was nothing left to do, ah ah

When the butterflies turned to dust, they covered my whole room

So I punched a hole in the roof, ah ah

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you

The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

some women in the middle and upper classes worked as doctors, government officials, or priestesses. both women and men enjoyed a better quality of life the higher they were on the social pyramid. the egyptians believed that their class system created a stable, well-ordered society. each group had its own role to play.