Out of Habit

	作词 : DiFranco
	The butter melts out of habit
	The toast isn't even warm
	The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
	Play out a scene they've played
	So many times before
	I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning
	From a bar on the east side of town
	And the coffee is just water dressed in brown
	Beautiful but boring
	He visited me yesterday
	He noticed my fingers
	And asked me if I would play
	I didn't really care a lot
	But I couldn't think of a reason why not
	I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay
	My thighs have been involved in many accidents
	And now I can't get insured
	And I don't need to be lured by you
	My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal
	And now you don't have to ask
	Because you know how I feel
	You know how I feel
	Art is why I get up in the morning
	But my definition ends there
	And it doesn't seem fair
	That I'm living for something I can't even define
	There you are right there
	In the meantime
	I don't want to play for you anymore
	Show me what you can do
	Tell me what are you here for
	I want my old friends
	I want my old face
	I want my old mind
	**** this time and place
	The butter melts out of habit
	You know, the toast isn't even warm

	zuò cí : DiFranco
	The butter melts out of habit
	The toast isn' t even warm
	The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
	Play out a scene they' ve played
	So many times before
	I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning
	From a bar on the east side of town
	And the coffee is just water dressed in brown
	Beautiful but boring
	He visited me yesterday
	He noticed my fingers
	And asked me if I would play
	I didn' t really care a lot
	But I couldn' t think of a reason why not
	I said if you don' t come any closer I don' t mind if you stay
	My thighs have been involved in many accidents
	And now I can' t get insured
	And I don' t need to be lured by you
	My cunt is built like a wound that won' t heal
	And now you don' t have to ask
	Because you know how I feel
	You know how I feel
	Art is why I get up in the morning
	But my definition ends there
	And it doesn' t seem fair
	That I' m living for something I can' t even define
	There you are right there
	In the meantime
	I don' t want to play for you anymore
	Show me what you can do
	Tell me what are you here for
	I want my old friends
	I want my old face
	I want my old mind
	this time and place
	The butter melts out of habit
	You know, the toast isn' t even warm