Monday, August 20, 2012

Cheerleader















I’ve had good times with some bad guys
I’ve told whole lies with a half smile











Held your bare bones with my clothes on
I’ve thrown rocks then hid both my arms












I don’t know what good it serves
Pouring my purse in the dirt but

I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more









I’ve played dumb when I knew better
Tried too hard just to be clever
I know honest thieves I call family
I’ve seen America with no clothes on but
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more











I don’t know what I deserve but for you I could work
Cause I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more












I don’t wanna be a bird eater no more
I don’t wanna be a dirt eater no more
I don’t wanna be a cheerleader no more

St. Vincent



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