I met a woman with lips so red A face so lined like spider webs I'll always remember the things she said They were so wise, she ope'd my eyes and I'll never close again Oh, how she sighed when she stubbed her cigarette I felt compelled to enquire of her success "How do you do, how do you be so in love with yourself? Tell me please 'cause I need help"
She said "Every time you are succeedin' There's an old man somewhere seethin' And spite's as good a reason to take his power (Oh-oh-oh-oh) When you hate the body you are in Oh, love, you're actin' just for him As he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Our fear, it lines his pockets, love so take that rage and bottle up And put a drop into his cup of wine (Oh-oh-oh-oh) You don't need him, you don't need me With that poisoned bottle, you'll be free But be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine" (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I met a young girl with eyes so bright She was already getting sick of life Her arms were laden with his merchandise She asked me why I no longer try, and waste my time
And I said, "Spite! 'Cause everytime you are succeedin' There's an old man somewhere seethin' And spite's as good a reason to take his power When you hate the body you are in Oh, love, you're actin' just for him As he counts his gold and green in his ivory tower Our fear, it lines his pockets, love so take that rage and bottle up And put a drop into his cup of wine You don't need him, you don't need me With that poisoned bottle, you'll be free But be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine Be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine"
I met a woman with lips so red Always remember the things she said
Compositor: Paris Paloma Phillips (Paris Paloma) ECAD: Obra #43108959