Ruthie Fields
In 1972, Ruthie Fields was already a rising star in the R&B scene, but nobody expected her latest hit, "Damn, Girl! My Chest Ain't A Leverage Ball!" to take off the way it did. It all started one fateful afternoon when Ruthie was cruising through town with her best friend, Pam. Pam, ever the enthusiast of "leaning in for support," decided the car ride was the perfect time to get comfy. Without warning, Pam elbowed Ruthie square in the chest, using her breast as leverage to reach for something in the backseat. Ruthie’s face froze in shock as Pam didn’t even flinch, obliviously humming along to the radio.
When Ruthie pulled over to catch her breath, Pam, still unaware of the bodily assault she’d just committed, casually said, “Girl, you okay? You look like you saw a ghost!” That’s when Ruthie, always quick with a quip, shot back, “Ouch! Damn, girl, my chest ain't a leverage ball!” That one line stuck with her, and soon Ruthie turned her frustration into a jam, with the whole song capturing the absurdity of living your best life while dealing with unexpected blows—literally.
By the time the track dropped, fans were rolling with laughter, and it became an anthem of sorts—both for its hilarious lyrics and for Ruthie’s ability to keep it real. Ruthie herself couldn’t help but chuckle when the song blew up, saying, "I never thought a little elbow in the chest would bring me to the top of the charts!" But hey, sometimes the most awkward moments turn into the biggest hits!
[Verse 1]
Ridin’ real slow, just cruisin’ downtown,
Top down, feelin’ good, not a care around.
Then you lean in close, restin’ that damn elbow,
Girl, I swear, my chest ain’t a pillow!
[Chorus]
Ouch! Girl, you’re squashin’ my breast… shit!
I know you need balance, but this ain’t it.
Damn, girl! My chest ain’t a leverage ball,
Find another spot, before I start to bawl!
[Verse 2]
You do this shit every time we ride,
Like my damn ribs are the perfect guide.
Use the door, use the dash, use your knee,
Just quit tryin’ to cave in my whole damn C-cup physique!
[Chorus]
Ouch! Girl, you’re squashin’ my breast… shit!
I love you, but I might throw a fit!
Damn, girl! My chest ain’t a leverage ball,
If you lean one more time, I swear I’ma fall!
[Verse 3]
Damn, girl, do you even fuckin’ know?
I need an ice pack from this elbow blow!
I let you ride shotgun, thought we’d have a blast,
Not turn my poor titties into a goddamn armrest!
[Verse 4]
Ain’t nobody told you how to sit in a seat?
Not use your best friend's chest like some fuckin’ concrete?
Next time you lean, I ain’t tryna be mean,
But I’m puttin’ your ass straight in the backseat scene!
[Bridge]
Girl, I love you, you my ride-or-die,
But if you keep leanin’, I’ma start to cry!
Let’s keep it cool, keep it real, keep it tight,
Just keep your damn elbow out my chest tonight!
[Chorus]
Ouch! Girl, you’re squashin’ my breast… shit!
I need my lungs workin’, just a lil’ bit!
Damn, girl! My chest ain’t a leverage ball,
Find another way, before I start to brawl!
@RR1980s