Fiona Apple Lyrics
"Limp"
You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don't
you, baby?
You want the badge of honour when you save my hide
But you're
the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim
your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did
anything to you, man
But no matter what I try
You'll beat me with your bitter
lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It
won't be long till you'll be
Lying limp in your own hand
You feed the beast
I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing
on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame
my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything
to you, man
But no matter what I try
You'll beat me with your bitter lies
So
call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It won't be
long till you'll be
Lying limp in your own hand
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