| Early in the morning I feel my pillow
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| I listen to the soundless phone
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| My thighs are sweaty, freezing inside
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| Our beds empty as ever
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| What a bastard you are
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| Leaving me all night missing you
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| Slowly the door opens, you stand for a while
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| See if I’m asleep or just closing my eyes
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| I quickly get up and throw my pillows
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| Throw an ashtray filled with butts
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| Where were you all night
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| If I may ask you so?
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| Though I don’t care at all
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| I’d just like to know
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| Right! | 
| You weren’t near the phone to call me from
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| Or is it you were afraid to wake me up?
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| I’m sick and tired of listening to the same old crap
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| You know half the world is occupied with you pigs
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| I can always get another pig like you
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| Youve heard of female liberation
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| Well that’s for me
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| Youll see me walk out one day
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| And then where will you be?
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| But dont you be too happy
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| I ain’t walking out yet to give you satisfaction
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| I’m first gonna find something other than the walls
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| To have some human conversation
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| Then I’ll glow, Ill be happy inside, my limbs will relax
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| And I can walk out into the world, singing with my people
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| But now I couldn’t even move my muscles to go near the door
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| I’ve been sitting here too long and my legs are numb
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| Are you listening, you jerk, you pig, you bastard
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| You scum of the earth, you good for nothing
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| Are you listening?
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| Oh, don’t go, don’t go
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| Please, don’t go
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| I didn’t mean it, I’m just in pain
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| The door is closed, She’s left alone
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| Making herself a breakfast
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| Her hands are shaking, her eyes looking out
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| Watching the trees grow day by day
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| What a bastard the world is
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| Taking my man away from me
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| Taking the world away from me
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| Female lib is nice for Joan of Arc
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| But its a long, long way for Terry and Jill
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| Most of us were taught not to shout our will
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| Few of us are encouraged to get a job for skill
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| And all of us live under the mercy of male society
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| Thinking that their want is our need |