Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
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And I'm young & I'm strong
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But I feel old & tired
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Overfired
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And I've been poked & stoked
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It's all smoke, there's no more fire
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Only desire
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For you, whoever you are
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For you, whoever you are
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You say my time here has been some sort of joke
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That I've been messing around
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Some sort of incubating period
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For when I really come around
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I'm cracking up
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And you have no idea
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No idea how it feels to be on your own
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In your own home
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with the fucking phone
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And the mother of gloom
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In your bedroom
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Standing over your head
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With her hand in your head
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With her hand in your head
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I will not pretend
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I will not put on a smile
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I will not say I'm all right for you
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When all I wanted was to be good
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To do everything in truth
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To do everything in truth
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Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
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So I could learn how to stand up for myself
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Like those guys with guitars
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I've been watching in bars
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Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
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To a different beat
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To a different beat
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I will not pretend
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I will not put on a smile
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I will not say I'm all right for you
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When all I wanted was to be good
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To do everything in truth
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To do everything in truth
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You bloody mother fucking asshole
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Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
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Oh you bloody...
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I will not pretend
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I will not put on a smile
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I will not say I'm all right for you
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For you, whoever you are
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For you, whoever you are
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For you, whoever you are
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B.M.F.A.
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| Martha Wainwright |
