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I did not know the woman I would be, now I have lost myself. I am sick of baggage. Skinny man, Im no more your mother. The end of the affair is always death, now I have lost myself. I am sick of baggage. Surely spring will allow a girl without a stitch on to turn softly in her sunlight and not be afraid of her bed? The end of the affair is always death. How far is it? How far is it now? Surely spring will allow a girl without a stitch on to turn softly in her sunlight and not be afraid of her bed? It is so small, the place I am getting to, why are there these obstacles? How far is it? How far is it now? Will you marry it marry it marry it? It is so small, the place I am getting to, why are there these obstacles? I am sure it is unique. I am sure it is just what I want. Will you marry it marry it marry it? La la la, Oh music swims back to me. I am sure it is unique. I am sure it is just what I want, stepping from this skin of old bandages, boredoms, old faces. La la la, Oh music swims back to me. Many women are singing together of this, stepping from this skin of old bandages, boredoms, old faces. This is the room I could never breathe in. Many women are singing together of this - why should I complain? This is the room I could never breathe in. For years I have tied this knot in my dreams - why should I complain? I should wear tiger pants. I should have an affair! For years I have tied this knot in my dreams - Skinny man, I'm no more your mother. I should wear tiger pants. I should have an affair! I did not know the woman I would be. NOTE: text collaged from poems by Anne Sexton (1962-1968) & Sylvia Plath (1962) [Cin Salach] |
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