shameless
silentbob Ani Difranco

i cannot name this, i cannot explain this, and i really don't want to, just call me shameless, i can't even slow this down, let alone stop this, and i keep looking around, but i cannot top this. if i had any sense, i guess i'd fear this, i guess i'd keep it down, so no one would hear this, i guess i'd shut my mouth, and rethink a minute, but i can't shut it now, 'cuz there's something in it. we're in a room without a door, and i am sure without a doubt, they're gonna wanna know, how we got in here, and they're gonna wanna know, how we plan to get out, we better have a good explanation, for all the fun that we had, 'cuz they are coming for us, babe, and they are going to be mad, yeah they're going to be mad at us. this is my skeleton, this is the skin it's in, that is, according to light, and gravity, i'll take off my disguise, the mask you met me in, 'cuz i got something, for you to see, just gimme your skeleton, give me the skin it's in, yeah baby, this is you, according to me, i never avert my eyes, i never compromise, so never mind, the poetry we're in a room without a door, and i am sure without a doubt, they're gonna wanna know, how we got in here, and they're gonna wanna know, how we plan to get out, we better have a good explanation, for all the fun that we had, 'cuz they are coming for us, babe, and they are going to be mad, yeah they're going to be mad at us. i gotta cover my butt 'cuz i covet, another man's wife, i got to divide my emotions, between wrong and right, then i get to see how close i can get to it, without giving in, then i get to rub up against it, till i break the skin, rub up against it, till i break the skin. they're gonna be mad at us, they're gonna be mad at me and you, they're gonna be mad at us, and all the things, we wanna do. just please don't name this, please don't explain this, just blame it all on me, say i was shameless, say i couldn't slow it down, let alone stop it, and say you just hung around, 'cuz you couldn't top it.
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