Could you not, would you stop, I don't want you to tell me I'm pretty
Could you not, would you stop, I don't want you to tell me I'm yours
I'm a fact
I'm a cat
I can see that for me you believe I forever belong
A woman can not be a painting when she is a song
I'm the war
I'm a wary, weary and weeping but starry guitar
I'm at home in my body and happy that another was too
It's enough to be wanted without feeling haunted or due
I'm not owed
I'm not told
Could you not, would you stop, I don't want you to tell me I'm pretty
Could you not, would you stop, I don't want you to tell me I'm yours
I'm the first
I'm a wary, weary and weepy but starry guitar
I want you to know what it's like for me
I want to know, know what it's like being a woman
Walk with me talk with me walk to me talk to me
Love for the lonely is harder than death for the dying
But I know you'll find someone who loves you without even trying
I'm a start
I'm apart
I can't swear to be strong or be right, and you know that I bite
But I promise I'm honest with anybody asking me why
I want you to know what it's like for me
I want to know, know what it's like being a woman
Walk with me talk with me walk to me talk to me
P.S. The princess has awoken and spoken her dream
And the knights of the ribbon were given permission to leave
Love remains