Tytuł: Throwing stones

• Wykonawca: Paula Cole
• Wyświetleń: 350

So call me a bitch in heat and
   I'll call you a liar
   And we'll throw stones until we're dead
  
   There you go again you cut me off from talking
   You bask in the glory
   The center of the circle
   All our friends think you're a comedian
   So kind and generous
   but i am suffering Away from here
   I wanna be
   Away from here
   Away from here
   Away from every little thing
   Every little thing
   I used to love your every little, every little thing
  
   Now you call me a bitch in heat and
   I call you a liar
   And we'll throw stones until we're dead
  
   You're the puppeteer and i'm the puppet
   You manipulate me with your (real) catholic shit
   Everytime i try to talk it through
   You turn it around and make us out to be
   David and Goliath
  
   Away from here
   I wanna be
   Away from here
   Away from here
   Away from every little thing
   Every little thing
   I used to love your every little every little thing
  
   Now you call me a bitch in heat and
   I'll call you a liar
   And we'll throw stones until we're dead
  
   Your arms beneath me
   Your lying inside me
   I used to love your every little every little thing
   Your eyes blue stars
   Your hand in my purse
   And now I hate your every little everything all day
  
   Oh momma
   I didn't know life was this hard
   Oh momma
   My innocence has been torn
  
   My inner vision, dulled and darkened
   I keep myself away to you
   I fuck my sorrow humblely
   And throw my crown upon the ground
  
   It's you I hope for
   And us I pray for
   And me that I believed was wrong
   But now my anger is my best friend
   Be careful may bite your head off
  
   Liar
  
   So call me a bitch in heat and
   I'll you a liar
   And we'll throw stones until we're dead
  
   So call me a bitch in heat and
   I'll you a mother fucker
   And we'll throw stones until we're dead