the road into water And then from water to sky And there's a crack in the concrete floor And it starts at the sink There's a bathroom in a gas station
how to get down Whether or not you ever show up? I am not a pretty girl I don't really want to be a pretty girl I want to be more than a pretty girl
a kiss that hits like a fist Or a sentence that stops me Like a brick wall If you hear me talking Listen to what I'm not saying If you hear me playing
it even easier They see me as a symbol and not a human being That way they can kill me, say it's not murder, it's a metaphor We are killing off our own
I guess I'll never really be able to tell You how sorry I am And I don't know what it is about you I just know it's not what it was I don't know why
all the pretty parties Where all the pretty people go And I ain't really all that pretty But nobody will know 'Cuz everybody loves you When you're a
Got a garden of songs where I grow all my thoughts Wish I could harvest one or two for some small talk Seems like I'm starving for words whenever you
not worthy I'd have to say I agree I'm not worthy of you you're not worthy of me I'm not worthy of you you're not worthy of me I'm not worthy of you
up Why do you try to hold on to what you'll never get a hold on You wouldn't try to put the ocean in a paper cup 'Cause I have had something to prove
Tiptoeing through the used condoms Strewn on the piers off the west side highway Sunset behind the skyline of Jersey Walking towards the water With a
just learn to cover my tracks Guess I'm not concerned enough about getting away with it 'Cos every time I try to hold my tongue It slips like a fish from a
out how to get down Whether or not you ever show up I am not a pretty girl I don't really want to be a pretty girl I want to be more than a pretty girl
Käännös: DiFranco, Ani. Ei Pretty Girl.
With a kiss that hits like a fist Or a sentence that stops me Like a brick wall If you hear me talking Listen to what I'm not saying If you hear me playing
Our father who art in a penthouse Sits in his 37th floor suite And swivels to gaze down At the city he made me in He allows me to stand and Sollicit
It's the luck of the draw It's the natural law It's a joke, it's a crime I was bored You were bored It was a meeting of the minds Now it's three in the
to make it even easier They see me as a symbol, and not a human being That way they can kill me Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor We are killing off
