I walk down the street and I�m on show I don�t wanna be, But the choice has been taken away from me There�s no detour around, though I wish there was one And I gotta get to where I�m going Despite the vultures who are waiting -� staring
Here�s where a girl�s gotta be careful. To keep the vultures at bay She�s gotta act in just the right way. If she acts vulnerable by cringing or staring at the ground The vultures, they�re gonna pull her down If she let�s her face kiss the sky As she walks quickly by The vultures they get mad at the snotty bitch Who just �thinks� she�s so fly
You gotta act in just the right way To keep those vultures at bay. Cause they feel they�ve got the right to stare To mouth their insults and praises And stretch their hand�s to all the places That a girl wishes they wouldn�t
It�s obvious when they stare That they don�t care To know who you really are. To them you�re just a piece of ass Born so they could make a pass. So you�ve got a life, a mind They don�t wanna know Just keep passing by Real close and real slow. �Hey shake it baby.�� You�re on show
From the young enough to be my kid To the old enough to be dead. They�re all vultures � vultures that wanna be fed. I take a deep breath with my eyes straight ahead: Then I screw my face and walk on by �Hey baby, why don�t you smile?� In my mind I reply; �Why don�t you get off the curb and go get a job Get yourself a life and make yourself a man. Maybe then, the next time I walk by. Maybe, you just might be At my side.� �
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