| My breast is cradled
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| In the curve of my guitar
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| I’m breaking strings
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| And other things
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| Playing hard
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| No i’m not on the rag
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| But i’m not on the run
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| I am matching the big boys
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| One for one
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| And i must admit
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| I’m having myself some fun
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| Because the music business
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| Is still run by men
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| Like every business
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| And everything
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| But we can sing like a sonofabitch
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| Make them twitch around their eyes
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| Make them apologize
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| He had a mean streak
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| Three miles wide
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| It was a long walk
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| To the other side
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| She tried to get through it
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| Holding on to her smile
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| But he wasn’t worth the time it takes
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| To make that mistake
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| He just wasn’t worthwhile
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| She’s been under command
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| Of the wrong man
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| And she’ll give you everything
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| Except the upper hand
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| She was his mother, and his lover
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| And his wife
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| Now she wants the luxury
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| Of her own life
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| 'cause the marriage business
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| Is still run by men
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| Like every business
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| And every thing
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| But she can sing like a sonofabitch
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| Make him twitch around his eyes
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| Girl, make him apologize
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| They all want to lead the fight
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| And they know what they know all right
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| But there’s so much
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| They don’t understand
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| What about the other sex
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| What about the other hand
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| They only know what they’ve been told
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| And they’re well cast
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| But they don’t break the mold
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| And good sources are not enough
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| So she calls their bluff
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| Yeah, she calls their bluff
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| 'cause the revolution business
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| Is still run by men
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| Like every business
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| And everything
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| But we can sing like a sonofabitch
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| Make them twitch around their eyes
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| Until they realize
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| They just don’t realize |