For Lee I'm cement, but behind the buttons on my blouse
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My heart is bent between fair weather and a woman who may never be.
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A woman who would be me.
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Or the smell of women with a recipe.
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All those voices stirring jealousy into the sounds cooking in me.
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Well, I lost five seconds to the powers that be.
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And then a man, some man defined chronologically.
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Wet in my mind, dripping into the rest of me.
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For your desire distorts, disguises what comes naturally.
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Oh, and soft smells from apartment two and some farm outside.
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My body brings its smells to what it's tried.
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And some hair is healthy, but all hair is dead.
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And I think that's what it's like in my head.
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For Lee I'm cement, but behind the buttons on my blouse
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My heart is bent between fair weather and a woman who may never be.
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Fair Weather
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| Ani DiFranco |
