That's just my cowgirl alter-ego riding on her bar room bull Dripping with the sweat of irony as the cowboys whoop and drool Shooting glances at the mirror
That's just my cowgirl alter-ego Riding on her bar room bull Dripping with the sweat of irony As the cowboys whoop and drool Shooting glances at the mirror
Перевод: Difranco, Ани. Уступить.
You cried and you cried and you cried wolf So it took me a minute to understand That you really were hurt bad That day you deeply cut your hand And then
That's just my cowgirl alter-ego Riding on her bar room bull Dripping with the sweat of irony As the cowboys whoop and drool Shooting glances at the
There's really no hope for me And that three second rule Somethin gets dropped And still I'm the slowest damn fool Slow to realize what's really going
I'm holding here a book Notable, but not the greatest Stolen for me by the latest In a long line of thieves And I'm just about to drop it Down that manhole
In order to Say thank you to you I must do it intentionally But tonight with every breath I can feel my death Sure as I can feel my knees You were my
You wandered in To the forest Following that shiny red ball And by the time you looked up You were lost But that's not all You confused your journey
I was born to two immigrants Who knew why they were here They were happy to pay taxes For the schools and roads Happy to be here They took it seriously
Thirty-three years go by And not once do you come home To find a man sitting in your bedroom That is A man you don't know Who came a long way to deliver
Come home and my guitar Has nothin to say to me I recoil from all my friends And then I'm in misery Been so long since I've been held Really since I
You're my seeing eye dog and I am blind You take me there every time With that winning combination of loyal and kind Your eyes like wells to the water
I am out here studying stones Trying to learn to be less alive Using all of my will To keep very still Still even on the inside I've cut all of the pertinent
Sunday morning Slow beats seething Through the screens in The open windows Eggs frying Legs shaking After we stayed lying So long in bed Sunday morning
