| I would have returned your greeting
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| If it weren’t for the way you were looking at me
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| This street is not a market
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| And I am not a commodity
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| And don’t you find it sad that we can’t even say hello
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| 'Cause you’re a man
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| And I am a woman
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| And the sun is getting low
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| And there are some places that I can’t go
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| As a woman I can’t go there
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| And as a person I don’t care
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| I don’t go for the 'hey baby, what’s your name?'
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| And I’d like to go alone
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| Thank you just the same
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| I am up again against
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| The skin of my guitar
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| In the window of my life
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| Looking out through the bars
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| I am sounding out the silence
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| Avoiding all the words
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| I’m afraid I’ve said too much
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| I’m afraid of who has heard me
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| My father, he told me the story
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| And it was true
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| For his time
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| But now the story’s different
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| Maybe I should tell him mine
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| All the girls line up here
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| All the boys on the other side
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| I see your ranks are advancing
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| I see mine are left behind
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| I am up again against
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| The skin of my guitar
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| In the window of my life
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| Looking out through the bars
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| I am sounding out the silence
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| Avoiding all the words
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| I’m afraid I can never say enough
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| I’m afraid no one has heard me
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| And despite all the balls that I’ve been thrown
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| And forced to drop
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| On the social totem pole
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| I’m preciously close to the top
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| They put you in your place
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| And they tell you to behave
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| But no one can be free
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| Until we’re all on an even grade
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| And I would have returned your greeting
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| If it weren’t for the way you were looking at me |