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So Be Glad
04:52
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I'm not allowed to fall in love
I'm not allowed to be caressed and kissed and hugged
For if I do it may take away my soul
For if I do I may degrade to play the pretty girl's role
So imagine a set of sheets without a lover's scent
And a body that is stiff uptight and ready to repent
And be thankful for your partner who supports what you do. And just know that there are those who don't have love like you do.
I'm not allowed luxuries
I can't savor select flavors, delicate cuisine
For if I do it may take away my soul
Can't run my fingers through the fibers of a rabbit fur
So be glad for the riches on your back
And just know that there are those who don't have what you have
And be thankful for the clatter in your coin purse
'Cause your situation easily could be much worse
I'm not allowed to see my little girl
Someone else is gonna bring her up into the world
I'm not allowed to see birthday parties, graduation
Somebody more mature will see her through her maturation
So be glad for the laughter in your living room
And just know that your child came from another woman's womb
And be thankful for the privilege to partake in life
And just know that in a perfect world your child would still be mine
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It's all that I want
It's all I ever think about
The impression I got
Is things are finally workin' out
We'll work together and make each other rich
We'll live forever in a digital bliss
la la...
If you quite doin' drugs
If I can keep my focus
If we can grow up
If they could tell us where the show is
We'll put water to these roots and watch 'em grow
We'll give tickets to our friends in the front row
It's all that I want
It's all I ever think about
The impression I got
Is things are finally working out
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Kansas City
03:10
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Your obsession with skeletons and morbid whores
Is charming me I feel my body heat racing to capture you
Or pin you down and tie you up to see the views of the Pacific ever after, guess I'd have to hold you hostage
When you came to visit me, I got the glee
And tried to plea with you to stay forever more, forever more beside me.
The Bay is beautiful, you'll forget that it's so liberal
Just give me a few months to make some money honey then I'll drive out to you
I wanna live in the same city
I wanna see your face whenever I feel
I'm movin' out to Kansas City
'Cause I wanna see your face, whenever I feel
And so you see your sister once a year it isn't clear if I'm the one you wanna see, or you're just bored and like to message me
I wanna breathe the black you wear and run my fingers through your hair and top your tattooed body, talk to me in French and tease me, turn me on and get me going, your voice is deadly deep and damaging to me, this tragedy, of longing, can't feel free if I don't have you.
I wanna live in the same city
I wanna see your face whenever I feel
I'm movin' out to Kansas City
'Cause I wanna see your face, whenever I feel
When I finally finish school and get my degree
When I strategize on how to leave these luxuries
When the gasoline runs out and the war can't handle it
When the God of Love decides to finally be kind to me
I'll be free
I wanna live in the same city
I wanna see your face whenever I feel
I'm movin' out to Kansas City
'Cause I wanna see your face, whenever I feel
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Little Sister
02:32
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Me and my little sister
We're goin' far away
And you can come with us
You can come away
We might go to Sweden
We might go to France
And then we'll have our French babies
And we'll have our romance
Me and my little sister
We like each other so
We talk about art
We talk about music
Me and my little sister
We wanna take you with us 'cause maybe you'll
Give us money
Or give us affirmation
Give us love
Or give us affection
Me and my little sister
We don't come from the place
But we're goin' there now
We're goin' there now
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I'm too busy, tryin' to modify reality
I don't have the luxury to play as you do
with the Basil Leaves
(Nothing you can say can turn me away from My God)
My God is a lady
She created and gave birth to me
My God doesn't look like you
But she wants you inside her anyway
(Nothing you can say can turn me away from My God)
Your God doesn't look like me
Doesn't have my breasts or my empathy
Your God looks as you do
Has a beard in the winter just like you
(Nothing you can say can turn me away from My God)
And oh, what about the ladies?
That you condescend to be with
That you condescend to be with
And oh, what about the ladies?
That you condescend to be with
You condescend to be with
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Oh Betty
04:15
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Oh Betty, I belong to you
These crowded streets haven't a clue from where I came
The gooseberry vines and older oaks
line the perimeter, with cattle and coyotes
When grandpa picks up and plays with his grand-babies
It's the sweetest smile I ever seen
When you play piano and grandpa sings the pulpit
It's the sweetest sound my ears could surrender to
I long to be in Swedeborg, Missouri
Where the land of my family is and my ancestors are buried
I long to be in Swedeborg, Missouri
Where the riches on your back and the riches in your bank and pretensions ain't no worry
Oh Betty, change is on it's way
You're already walkin' out
And Savannah will be here any day
Oh Betty, change is on it's way
I see the sun settin' on fields of overgrown hay
Oh Momma, you're really missin' out
There's so much joy to be had in the history of yourself
Oh Momma, you're not needed in The Bay
Your blood-kin reckons and church-keys beckon,
All your money's already made
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Needs Ya
03:41
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I tried to give away my baby
I tried to give it to a lady who'd pay me
I tried to give away my baby
To a lady who would love it 'cause it looked like me
I'm not perfect but I'd make a good mother
Why do you hate me, is it because I love to love
Why does it matter if I give away my body
A woman's love is why we're all alive
And I'm alive
Oh, I'm alive
I tried to give away my child
Up to the skies, into the heavens, into the wild
I hope she wants me back, wants me back, I hope she wants me back
I hope she needs me in her life, in her life, in her life
Oh mama wants you baby, needs ya baby wants, loves ya, hugs ya, wants ya, needs ya, baby, wants ya
Mama wants you baby, needs ya baby wants ya, loves ya, hugs ya, wants ya, needs ya, baby, wants ya
Mama wants ya baby, needs ya baby, wants ya, loves ya, hugs ya, wants ya, needs ya,
Oh she wants you, and she needs you, and she loves you, and she needs you
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