| LETTER TO JOHN |
| don't ask me why i'm crying i'm not going to tell you what's wrong i'm just going to sit on your lap for five dollars a song i want you to pay me for my beauty i think its only right cuz i have been paying for it all of my life i'm gonna take the money i make i'm gonna take the money i make i'm gonna take the money i make and i'm gonna go away... we barely have time to react in this world let alone rehearse and i don't thinki'm better than you but i don't think i'm worse women learn to be women and men learn to be men and i don't blame it all on you but i don't want to be your friend i'm gonna take the money i make i'm gonna take the money i make i'm gonna take the money i make and i'm gonna go away... i was eleven years old he was as old as my dad and he took something from me i didn't even know i had so don't tell me about decency don't tell me about pride just give me something for my trouble cuz this time, its not a free ride i'm gonna take the money i make i'm gonna take the money i make i'm gonna take the money i make and i'm gonna go away... don't ask me why i'm crying i'm not going to tell you what's wrong i'm jsut gonna sit on your lap for five dollars a song i want you to pay me for my beauty i think its only right cuz i have been paying for it all of my life now i just wanna take and i'm just gonna take i'm gonna take and i'm gonna go away |
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