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Amelia becomes a jazz singer for her newest song. Who is the real bigot? I made this one a little while ago for fun, so please excuse any dip in visual quality from the others on the channel Check out my other Amelia songs here @shanoosy Lyrics~ You stepped through the door, saw bread on the plate, Then ate from the plate, still whispering hate. Scowling over freedom, our women wear what they will, While you're cursing the hands that gave you your fill. You call me blind, but sweetheart, please You curse the flame that lets you see. I’m not religious but I love the church, I’m not a farmer but I love the earth, I’m not a student but I love to learn, Yet I’m the bigot, you’ve discerned? Now love, this island’s got its ways, We hum old tunes our fathers played. If our customs offend you so The door's not locked and you're free to go. I’m not religious but I love the church, I’m not a farmer but I love the earth, I’m not a student but I love to learn, Yet I’m the bigot, you’ve discerned? You walk our streets that sheltered your cry, I've never met the wife, why does she hide?. You enforce sharia law, yet scorn our grace, And still demand you take our place. It’s easy to shout when you’ve never earned, Hard truth bites hard when it’s your turn. You don't mind those grooming gangs, Preach your virtue in shifting sands. Hide behind faith to mask your vice, But sugar‑coated sin won’t make it nice. Oh, love, don’t blush — hypocrisy’s cheap, Sleep’s hard to buy when you can’t quite sleep. What’s the matter, sweetheart, losing your nerve? Guess the truth’s a taste you can’t quite serve. I’m not religious but I love the church, I’m not a farmer but I love the earth, I’m not a student but I love to learn, Yet I’m the bigot, you’ve discerned? Now don’t mistake me, I’m warm not meek, I’ll toast this land each time I speak. I love her scars, her storm and shine, And call on her freedom, it'll always be mine. I’m not religious but I love the church, I’m not a farmer but I love the earth, I’m not a student but I love to learn, Call me what you will, I’ve earned The right to stand for what’s been learned.