at you little white lying For the purpose of justifying What you're trying to do I know that you feel my resistance I know that you heard what I said
people It's true, like a lot of things are true I am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor that is not so soft I look up, it looks like the
She says my ass hurts when I sit down She says my feet hurt from just standing around I think my body is as restless as my mind And I don't know if I
their footfalls collide I left her at the epicenter We were trembling dutifully I left him too, I left parts of me Singing rockabye I said today, I
back I feel her eyes watching me From behind the curtain of her hair And she says, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare" I say, "I think I really have
be like if, if I did not have a boyfriend We could spend the whole night I am waking up in her bed I sing 1st avenue the open window said Always late
I do We don't say everything That we could So that we can say later Oh, you misunderstood I hold my cards up Close to my chest I say what I have to And I
Look at you Little white lying For the purpose of justifying What you're trying to do I know that you feel my resistance I know that you heard what I said
-for Lucille Clifton 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
He said change the channel I've got problems of my own I'm so sick of hearing about drugs and AIDS And people without homes And I said, well, I'd like
She says my ass hurts When I sit down She says my feet hurt From just standing around I think my body is as restless as my mind And I don't know if I
their footfalls collide I left her at the epicenter We were trembling dutifully I left him too I left parts of me Singing rockabye... I said today I
go back I feel her eyes watching me From behind the curtain of her hair And she says I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare I say I think I really have to
it be like if If I did not have a boyfriend We could spend the whole night I am waking up in her bed I sing 1st avenue The open window said Always late
He said Ani, you've gotten tough 'Cause my tone was curt Yeah, and when I'm approached in a dark alley I don't lift my skirt In this city Self-preservation
the floor Four stories high In the corridor Between the asphalt and the sky I am caught like bottled water The light daughter I wonder what you look like
people It's true Like a lot of things are true I am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor That is not so soft I look up It looks like the buildings
I am walking Out in the rain And I am listening to the low moan Of the dial tone again And I am getting Nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I