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my breast is cradledin the curve of my guitar
I'm breaking stringsand other thingsplaying hardno I'm not on the ragbut I'm not on the run
I am matching the big boysone for oneand I must admit,I'm having myself some funbecause the music businessis still run by menlike every businessand everythingbut we can sing like a sonofabitchmake them twitch around their eyesmake them apologizehe had a mean streakthree miles wideit was a long walkto the other sideshe tried to get through itholding on to her smilebut he wasn't worth the time it takesto make that mistakehe just wasn't worthwhileshe's been under commandof the wrong manand she'll give you everythingexcept the upper handshe was his mother, and his lover,and his wifenow she wants the luxuryof her own life'cause the marriage businessis still run by menlike every businessand every thingbut she can sing like a sonofabitchmake him twitch around his eyesgirl, make him apologizethey all want to lead the fightand they know what they know all rightbut there's so muchthey don't understandwhat about the other sexwhat about the other handthey only know what they've been toldand they're well castbut they don't break the moldand good sources are not enoughso she calls their bluffyeah, she calls their bluff'cause the revolution businessis still run by menlike every businessand everythingbut we can sing like a sonofabitchmake them twitch around their eyesuntil they realizethey just don't realize
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