ani

I would have returned your greeting
If it weren't for the way you were looking at me
This street is not a market and I'm not a commodity
Don't you find it said that we can't even say hello
Cause your a man and I'm a woman
And the sun is getting low
There are some places that I can't go
As a woman I can't go there
And as a person I don't care
I don't go for the hey baby whats your name?
And I'd alone thank you just the same
I am up again against the skin of my guitar
In the window of my life looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence
avoiding all the words
I'm afraid I said too much
I'm afraid who has heard me
My father, he told me the story and it was true
for his time
But now the story's different
Maybe I should tell him mine - all the girls line up here
All the boys on the other side
I see your ranks are advancing - I see mine are left behind
And despite all the balls I'm been thrown and forced to drop - on the social totem pole I am preciously close to the top
They put you in your place and tell you to behave
But no one can be free until we're all on even grade
I would have returned your gretting if it weren't for the way you were looking at me...



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