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                                  What I am

What I am getting older

What I need is a man by my shoulder

What I am

What you are

Alright, I'm sick of your lying there



Look at me; look at me growing colder

Everyday, I get a little bolder

What I am

What you are

Alright, I'm sick of your lying 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

Alright, I'm sick of your lying there



And when you lie there

Why must I lie there?



But I try to survive in a whore's dress

Something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed

My mother told me

Priest just told me

Too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out

My brother's getting sicker, sicker

While my pretty sister sits there

Bitchin' about her 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?