The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia, originally titled The Prince of Abissinia: A Tale, though often abbreviated to Rasselas, is an apologue about happiness by Samuel Johnson. The book's original working title was "The Choice of Life". He wrote the piece in only one week to help pay the costs of his mother's funeral, intending to complete it on 22 January 1759 (the eve of his mother's death). The book was first published in April 1759 in England. Johnson is believed to have received a total of £75 for the copyright. The first American edition followed in 1768. The title page of this edition carried a quotation, inserted by the publisher Robert Bell, from La Rochefoucauld: "The labour or Exercise of the Body, freeth Man from the Pains of the Mind; and this constitutes the Happiness of the Poor".
Johnson was influenced by the vogue for exotic locations. He had translated A Voyage to Abyssinia by Jerónimo Lobo in 1735 and used it as the basis for a "philosophical romance". Ten years prior to writing Rasselas he published "The Vanity of Human Wishes" in which he describes the inevitable defeat of worldly ambition. Early readers considered Rasselas to be a work of philosophical and practical importance and critics often remark on the difficulty of classifying it as a novel. Johnson was a staunch opponent of slavery, revered by abolitionists, and Rasselas became a name adopted by emancipated slaves.
She don't care
For one night stands
And naughty boys
With sweaty hands
She got a thing
About carving wood
Or shaping a figure
From a lump of mud
Chorus:
Don't love my baby for her pouting lips
Don't love my baby for her curvy hips
I love my baby ‘cos she does good sculptures yeah
Verse 2:
Her fingernails
Rouge talens fonce
They cut my skin
More than once
She is a thing
Made of solid love
She shape my body
Like a lump of mud
Chorus:
Don't love my baby for her pouting lips
Don't love my baby for her curvy hips
I love my baby ‘cos she does good sculptures yeah
Instrumental.
Verse 3:
She is cool
In her studio
E-I-Addi
Add-EE-O
She Killa Dilla
She cut it smooth
Always looking
Like she never loose
Chorus:
Don't love my baby for her pouting lips
Don't love my baby for her curvy hips
I love my baby ‘cos she does good sculptures yeah
I love my baby ‘cos she does good sculptures yeah
I love my baby ‘cos she does good sculptures
I love my baby ‘cos she does good sculptures