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
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
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
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
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
Think I'm going for a walk now I feel a little unsteady I don't want nobody to follow me 'Cept maybe you I could make you happy you know If you weren
I cannot name this I cannot explain this And I really don't want to Just call me shameless I can't even slow this down Let alone stop this And I keep
I search your profile For a translation I study the conversation Like a map 'Cause I know there is strength In the differences between us And I know