(Joan Jett) She works real hard to try to make things right To see if she can find a reason for what's wrong In life she puts her thoughts into magazine
consumed Thinking that you can do no wrong, I'm so consumed, so consumed These tears are tears of happiness I just need a little control To hold it inside and
, you don't have to shout What's with me and you it's getting outta hand Why can't we just talk and figure this thing out I used to think that you and
, hey hey I watch the old folks sit alone They talk to ghosts they used to know Where are the wise men of the tribe Where are the midwives and the newborn
Words, letter and numbered grooves Caught in a photograph and I can't move Is that your camera or is that your gun Stuck in a funhouse, that ain't no
: Walkin' on the streets tonight I am so aware of you Give me a reason to fight When there's nowhere to run to Go home Wake up, wake up, wake up right
and you it's getting outta hand Somethin's on your mind, you don't have to shout Why can't we just talk and figure this thing out I used to think that you and
- my hads are tied it's Torture - I'll survive but It hurts so bad an' I love it yeah I been up against the wall so long And the bonds that hold me
: Words, letters and numbered grooves Caught in a photograph and I can't move Is that your camera or is that your gun Stuck in a funhouse that ain't
only flesh and blood Oh I wish that you could Love me as I am As I am Now I'm doing the best I can Try to understand And love me as I am Oooo, in another
I'm wonderin' - does anyone see what I see? Or is it just me? Is it just me? An' now I pray for you America Don't let the dream go and slip away I'm
wouldn't be so insecure I sit an' wonder what to do Waitin' for my big time interview As my palms start to sweat 'Bout this job I'm tryin' to get Someone says "Hey, Jett
gotta problem I gotta problem And it's name is you You gotta problem You gotta problem You gotta problem Whatcha gonna do You gotta problem You gotta problem I gotta problem And
hey hey I watch the old folks sit alone They talk to ghosts they used to know Where are the wise men of the tribe Where are the midwives and the newborn
: I sense a bad vibe It's comin' from all sides Hard to keep my head clear This trip's a sad ride Too much distraction A negative reaction Ain't gonna
t need your rules I'm resisting, I don't need no one to Tell me what's cool or how I need a tool To get thru to you I'm no one's wife and' I'm not your
within her space And takes hurting people real serious you can see it on her face She can't accept that life is unfair She wants to think the others care And
feelin' so much But I was losin' touch See the way that I feel I feel unreal Don't vacuum my heart Because I'll rip you apart Or I'll let you inside And
