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I would have returned your greetingif it weren't for the way you were looking at methis street is not a marketand I am not a commoditydon't you find it sad that we can't even say hello'cause you're a manand I'm a womanand the sun is getting lowthere are some places that I can't goas a woman I can't go thereand as a person I don't care
I don't go for the hey baby what's your nameand I'd alone thank youjust the same
I am up again againstthe skin of my guitarin the window of my lifelooking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silenceavoiding all the words
I'm afraid I've said too much
I'm afraid of who has heard memy father, he told me the storyand it was truefor his timebut now the story's differentmaybe I should tell him mineall the girls line up hereall the boys on the other side
I see your ranks are advancing
I see mine are left behind
I am up again againstthe skin of my guitarin the window of my lifelooking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silenceavoiding all the words
I'm afraid I can never say enough
I'm afraid no one has heard meand despite all the balls that I've been thrownand forced to dropon the social totem pole
I'm preciously close to the topthe put you in your placeand they tell you to behavebut no one can be freeuntil we're all on even gradeand I would have returned your greetingif it weren't for the way you were looking at me
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