Just the thought of our bed, makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running
being happy But you're not gonna stop me from having fun So let's go before I change my mind I'll leave the luggage of all your lives behind 'Cuz I
Tercüme: DiFranco, Ani. Deli (1997 Ses Clip Canlı).
you And I would like to state for the record I did everything that I could do I'm not saying that i'm a saint I just don't want to live that way No, I
Tonight you stooped to my level I am your mangy little whore You are trying to find your underwear And then your socks and then the door And you're trying
Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost But now I'm found Was blind but now I see 'Twas grace that taught My heart
I am walking Out in the rain And I am listening to the low moan Of the dial tone again And I am getting Nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I
You are subtle as a window pane Standing in my view But I will wait for it to rain So that I can see you You call me up at night When there's no light
I opened the fire door to four lips None of which were mine Kissing Tightened my belt around my hips Where your hands were missing And stepped out into
I got pulled over in west Texas So they could look inside my car He said are you an American citizen I said Yes sir So far They made sure I wasn't smuggling
time it is Like he's got my number Like he thinks it's his He says, Call me, Miss DiFranco, If there's anything I can do I say, It's Mr. DiFranco to you
You think I wouldn't have him Unless I could have him by the balls You think I just dish it out You don't think I take it at all You think I am stronger
you conquered You were doing alright You had an army of suits behind you And all you had to be was willing And I said I still make a pretty good living
of my one woman army But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour It's the failed America in me It's the fear that lives in a forest of stone
how I feel You know how I feel Art is why I get up in the morning But my definition ends there And it doesn't seem fair That I'm living for something
Me and the other kids from the neighborhood We played out on the street all summer long Rule was, we had to go home at night when the street lights came
Just the thought of our bed Makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running
Don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap For five dollars a song I want you to pay me for my