See my face in the mirror and it's changing everyday So I sing this woman's song, oh woh This is the man who made me cry Pretended he loved me then said
I'll find my spot in the world, If it takes forever, One day, I'll bring all the spots, In the world together, I'll find one spot, Or two or three, I'
Too bad, no storm in my tea-cup It's so sad, my stockings they have no runs I look up, no smoke in the chimney By the lamplight I promise this room Anywhere
Softly, gently, I will let you down 'Cause I don't love you in the same way now I can hold you but not with lover's arms 'Cause you are more of a brother
I got soul, I got touch Sometimes I maybe got way too much I got nothing left to lose I got soil, I got seed I got 21'god damn days until I bleed I've
Could've been a politician Tell people what to do With intellectual vision Hell, I could lie to you Could've been the inspiration For a love song or
Vanessa's father, who liked to be alone Creating works of art Which he'd paint in a cottage made of stone One day I crept inside, and I was unaware Of
Well I admit, I tell white lies And I admit, I dramatize Everything that I do Well I admit, I am headstrong And I admit, I act too young But for the bad
I'll shake it, baby, I'll break it, baby I'll stoke it, baby, I'll choke it, baby I'll slam it, baby, wham bam it, baby Goddamn it But I won't be your
Little girls in pretty boxes High tech sweat and younger skin We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege I buzzed my killer in Bring me the head of
I saw the river today and it made me feel okay But I never ever had a lot to say Reading a book take a look at a boat go by Oh, oh, oh, oh I sigh I've
You and I moving in the dark Bodies close but souls apart Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed I need to know the way you feel I'll give you everything
I wish that I was you I wish that you were dead I wish I was alive At least inside your head I'd set fire to the past Park across the street And sit and
Tears, money, honey on my bread Sugar on my pillow, songs in my head Head to the church, I love to repent Say what I mean when it's not what I meant
Rain coming down on my windowpane, and I don't mind Rain coming down on my windowpane, and I don't mind And a million umbrellas are reaching for the sky
Holding back 'cause there's nowhere to go Hearing things that I don't want to know But the rumor flies high Somehow it seems to get back to my heart And
Tears, money, honey on my bread Sugar on my pillow, songs in my head Head to the church, I love to repent Say what I mean when it's not what I meant Oh
I wish that I was you I wish that you were dead I wish I was alive At least inside your head I'll set fire to the past Park across the street And sit
