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Support System
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I don't need a support system
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Lifting me into prop-position
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What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you
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Driving me down all those dangerous avenues
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Lions and tigers tearing at their food
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(whistle break)
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I know the gossip
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Flies around at breakfast
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One of them rings in your hand
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Where the fuck do you get off thinking
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I was there at the party 'cause
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All of my friends feed me evil reasons
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Why you and I should not be friends
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Let's think this whole thing through
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Tell me, just what the hell is a lover supposed to do?
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I got the wrong reaction
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A slap in the face from you
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This is such a stupid picture
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Wrap me in a steak, why don't you
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Throw it in the panther cage and
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Maybe then I'll like you better
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No way!
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I don't need a support system
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Lifting me into prop-position
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What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude
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What satisfaction is left when all you do tells everyone
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You're acting untrue
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This is such a stupid picture
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Light a cigarette, why don't you
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Stub it in a carburator,
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Maybe then you'll sell me something
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No way!
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I don't need a support system
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Put your hand on my heart and listen
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What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through
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Pointing the finger, I'm counting on loving you
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Over and above the passion
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I'm connected to you.
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Support System
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| Liz Phair |
