I’m done with poetry
I’m done with prose
I’m done with dressing up these words in delicate clothes
I’m done with dancing on this here box
Like a begging dog
I’m done with smoke screens
And fancy veils
I’m done with all this petty decorating of myself
I’m hanging up these whistles and bells
‘cos I can tell
That none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don’t they work on you?
I’m done with high heels ribbons and bows
I’m done with pulling up my skirt so that you rethink saying no
I’ve got no cards left up my sleeve
I’ve tried everything to please
But none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don’t they work on you?
I’m done with prose
I’m done with dressing up these words in delicate clothes
I’m done with dancing on this here box
Like a begging dog
I’m done with smoke screens
And fancy veils
I’m done with all this petty decorating of myself
I’m hanging up these whistles and bells
‘cos I can tell
That none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don’t they work on you?
I’m done with high heels ribbons and bows
I’m done with pulling up my skirt so that you rethink saying no
I’ve got no cards left up my sleeve
I’ve tried everything to please
But none of my tricks work on you
No matter what I do
You seem to see straight through
Why don’t they work on you?
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