Song | Lost Woman Song |
Artist | Ani DiFranco |
Album | Like I Said |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
I opened a bank account | |
When I was nine years old | |
I closed it when I was eighteen | |
I gave them every penny that I'd saved | |
And they gave my blood and my urine | |
A number | |
Now I'm sitting in this waiting room | |
Playing with the toys | |
And I am here to exercise | |
My freedom of choice | |
I passed their handheld signs | |
Went through their picket lines | |
They gathered when they saw me coming | |
They shouted when they saw me cross | |
I said why don't you go home | |
Just leave me alone | |
I'm just another woman lost | |
You are like fish in the water | |
Who don't know that they are wet | |
As far as I can tell | |
The world isn't perfect yet | |
His bored eyes were obscene | |
On his denim thighs a magazine | |
I wish he'd never come here with me | |
In fact I wish he'd never come near me | |
I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine | |
I am growing older | |
Waiting in this line | |
Some of life's best lessons are learned at the worst times | |
Under the fierce flourescent | |
She offered her hand for me to hold | |
She offered stability and calm | |
And I was crushing her palm | |
Through the pinch pull wincing | |
My smile unconvincing | |
On that sterile battlefield that sees | |
Only casualties | |
Never heroes | |
My heart hit absolute zero | |
Lucille, your voice still sounds in me | |
Mine was a relatively easy tragedy | |
Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed | |
But that picket line persisted | |
And that clinic's since been closed | |
They keep pounding their fists on reality | |
Hoping it will break | |
But I don't think there's a one of us leads a life free of mistakes |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
I opened a bank account | |
When I was nine years old | |
I closed it when I was eighteen | |
I gave them every penny that I' d saved | |
And they gave my blood and my urine | |
A number | |
Now I' m sitting in this waiting room | |
Playing with the toys | |
And I am here to exercise | |
My freedom of choice | |
I passed their handheld signs | |
Went through their picket lines | |
They gathered when they saw me coming | |
They shouted when they saw me cross | |
I said why don' t you go home | |
Just leave me alone | |
I' m just another woman lost | |
You are like fish in the water | |
Who don' t know that they are wet | |
As far as I can tell | |
The world isn' t perfect yet | |
His bored eyes were obscene | |
On his denim thighs a magazine | |
I wish he' d never come here with me | |
In fact I wish he' d never come near me | |
I wish his shoulder wasn' t touching mine | |
I am growing older | |
Waiting in this line | |
Some of life' s best lessons are learned at the worst times | |
Under the fierce flourescent | |
She offered her hand for me to hold | |
She offered stability and calm | |
And I was crushing her palm | |
Through the pinch pull wincing | |
My smile unconvincing | |
On that sterile battlefield that sees | |
Only casualties | |
Never heroes | |
My heart hit absolute zero | |
Lucille, your voice still sounds in me | |
Mine was a relatively easy tragedy | |
Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed | |
But that picket line persisted | |
And that clinic' s since been closed | |
They keep pounding their fists on reality | |
Hoping it will break | |
But I don' t think there' s a one of us leads a life free of mistakes |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
I opened a bank account | |
When I was nine years old | |
I closed it when I was eighteen | |
I gave them every penny that I' d saved | |
And they gave my blood and my urine | |
A number | |
Now I' m sitting in this waiting room | |
Playing with the toys | |
And I am here to exercise | |
My freedom of choice | |
I passed their handheld signs | |
Went through their picket lines | |
They gathered when they saw me coming | |
They shouted when they saw me cross | |
I said why don' t you go home | |
Just leave me alone | |
I' m just another woman lost | |
You are like fish in the water | |
Who don' t know that they are wet | |
As far as I can tell | |
The world isn' t perfect yet | |
His bored eyes were obscene | |
On his denim thighs a magazine | |
I wish he' d never come here with me | |
In fact I wish he' d never come near me | |
I wish his shoulder wasn' t touching mine | |
I am growing older | |
Waiting in this line | |
Some of life' s best lessons are learned at the worst times | |
Under the fierce flourescent | |
She offered her hand for me to hold | |
She offered stability and calm | |
And I was crushing her palm | |
Through the pinch pull wincing | |
My smile unconvincing | |
On that sterile battlefield that sees | |
Only casualties | |
Never heroes | |
My heart hit absolute zero | |
Lucille, your voice still sounds in me | |
Mine was a relatively easy tragedy | |
Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed | |
But that picket line persisted | |
And that clinic' s since been closed | |
They keep pounding their fists on reality | |
Hoping it will break | |
But I don' t think there' s a one of us leads a life free of mistakes |