What I am, what I am getting older
What I need is a man by my sholder
What I am, what you are,
All right, I'm sick of your lies there!
Look at me, look at me growin' colder
Ewery day I get a little bolder.
What I am, what you are,
All right I'm sick of you lies there!
And when you lie there, why must I lie there?!
Why am I,why am I feeling stronger?
Now the days and the nights getting longer
What I am, what you are,
All right I'm sick of your lies there
And when you lie there,why must I lie there?!
But I thy to survive in a whore's dress
Something I'm getting out three keeps me good-bless
My mother told me priest just told me
Too fast and you'll spend your life paying out.
My brother's getting sicker, sicker
While my pretty sister sits there
Bitchin' 'bout my figure.
Time to move and get away, get away
And open up to your freedom today...
And when you lie there, why must I lie there?!
