You've been giving me away to other men Most things are born golden Until they start to notice
I was on your side
I gathered twigs between your eyelids Until they fell between your eyelashes Wove my hair into the bare places And nested down for the evening
I preen my feathers In the old milk that you shed for me I wear this dress of indifference And find it quite becoming
You say you need me now Shut your dirty mouth When I was only a child I sold my name for a small price
You've been giving me away You've been giving me away You always made it easy Reminding me not to bloomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.