mysinger

I like it when chick singers get pissed
I like paying to get my ass kicked
   by a real bitch of a woman on stage
one who would suck a severed cock before
   selling out
one who knows how to be quiet,
but likes it loud.
I like tough ass-kickin� lesbo chick singers
who lose control and make it all make sense.
My chick singer knows that there are no friends in show biz
just enemies out to rip you up
and fans there out to tear you apart
so you might as well piss a few people off.
I want my chick singer to hit me
   like a steam locomotive,

I want real explosives.
I want a militant three chord
blow-my-amp-up fuck from her;
the kind that leaves your legs hands lips and tongue sore from her;
the kind that leaves you wanting more
with no excuses until she wakes up in a cold sweat from a dream of you
and utters the last words you�d think you�d ever hear from her -
�I love you�
because she�s tough enough to tell you how she feels
wanting every inch of you real
the way your body was meant to be
up against her while she straps you close like her guitar
because that�s all you really are
but sometimes she loves you less
and she�ll tell you first that people aren�t for playing like instruments
that people are for loving or hating and
   either way they make a pretty song
but the thing is,
she�ll tell you we�ve got the word �pretty�
   wrong.
My chick singer is pretty because she makes you think.
She�s not the scotch or whiskey,
she�s the reason you drink.
Her love is something none of us can touch
We just brush it with a guitar pick.
Because she isn�t as tough as her voice and
   muscles make her seem.
She�s no pretty hate machine.
She�s pissed off because people smear dirt on her perfect love,
and I want to add water to the dirt
   and make mud,
then wipe her slate clean.
I want to cut back her bark
which is worse than her bite,
and touch the soft green.
My militant lesbo chick singer will fly down on the back of her indie pop label,
and take me away from here
to a place where it�s okay
   to be angry and queer.
Because I�m sick of representing the homosexual population.
I just want to eat organic food with the woman I love,
and I want a song about the taste
   of my blood
after we break up,
and she finds another fan to rescue from
   everyday life.
I want a woman who loves me enough
   to not have to be nice.