little lady love them leave them i don't want to see the way you cry though it's so right to cry so you can't join the boy's club and you can't be just a girl it's all right you'll deal with that tomorrow you had yourself for dinner you had yourself for lunch you had yourself for breakfast do you think you've had enough? in fear of becoming some illiterate shit you curse yourself to the bone you go through the motions and it never really fits but at least you get to live at home you had yourself for dinner you had yourself for lunch you had yourself for breakfast do you think you've had enough?
Aroah
