Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Judy Blume, artist - Amanda Palmer.
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Judy Blume |
People keep asking me why I do things like I do |
In all of this measuring influence I forgot you |
You and me lying behind the Monhegan Hotel |
And you told me things that nobody around me would tell |
That was the summer when everyone touched me at once |
It’s like one day they ignored me, the next, they were all down my pants |
But you were in bed with me, safe, before anyone else |
You opened beside me and held me when I needed help |
You and me lying together at night in my room |
You’ve been inside me forever, Judy Blume |
I couldn’t carry a tune but I thought I could sing |
No one had told me that thoughts were a good or bad thing |
But I started noticing grown-ups would smile and cringe |
You taught me that you could say anything you could think |
I don’t remember my friends from gymnastics class |
But I remember when Deenie was at the school dance |
Buddy feeling her up in the locker room |
Margaret, bored, counting hats in the synagogue |
Davey was stirring the tea that she wouldn’t drink |
Tony was watching his so-called friend shoplifting |
All of them lived in my head, quietly whispering: |
«You are not so strange» |
I don’t remember the details of seventh grade |
All I remember is lying and being afraid |
But I don’t forget Katherine and Michael going all the way |
Steph on the scale in the bathroom alone that day |
Karen pretending to puke so her dad would stay |
Margaret arguing with God while she masturbated |
All of them mixed up in my head like a love letter |
All of those saying «Amanda you know better |
You are not to blame |
The world’s a frightening place |
So go on and think how you want |
You will not be alone with your thoughts |
Well you will, but you won’t in a way |
'Cause a girl thought it too in a book that the library bought» |
People will keep asking me why I do things like I do |
And from now on I’ll tell them, Nick Cave, and I’ll talk about you |
Judy, I can’t believe sometimes that I’m an adult |
And the girls like I was think that I have this shit figured out |
You and me lying together at night in my room |
You’ll be inside them forever, Judy Blume |