Medusa woke up one day and shaved here head
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well maybe no you'll let me a little closer she said
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but she just sacrificed her identity instead
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be careful about your trend
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be careful how you tread
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medusa went home again and watched TV
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a commercial for deoderant, tampons, so now we won't smell see
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said the sister with the plastic smile, excitement, and glee
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buy your shame for free
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buy your shame for free
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and all the smiles that we spill
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because it's part of the drill
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the shame that we bare
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for the floors that aren't there
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the unfulfilled will be dismissed
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for a savior, a kiss
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the memories we repress ... when we undress
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she went channel surfing
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and all that was seen
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were decorative women arrive on the screen
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conventional images of adolecent male dreams
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if men aren't around they fall apart at the seems
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passive exposed
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peaches and cream
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survive like an object to blow off your steam
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interchangeable fragments
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and outlinea and shapes
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they say no they mean yes to little girl rapes
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and all the smiles that we spill
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because it's part of the drill
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the shame that we bare
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for the floors that aren't there
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the unfulfilled will we dismiss
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for a savior, a kiss
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the memories we repress ... when we undress
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the rage trapped inside
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smothered and dried
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the words that we use
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they divide and abuse
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the wound between women _______
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the war between women________
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medusa grew here hair back
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around her face
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she'd been looking for alignment in the wrong place
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so she called up her place
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Malcom X and collie
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and they go on a plane
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cocked off too ...
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falling
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Medusa
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| Sheila Nicholls |
