Letter to a John Sözleri

Don't ask me why I'm crying

I'm not going to tell you what's wrong

I'm just gonna sit on your lap

For five dollars a song

I want you to pay me for my beauty

I think it's only right

'Cause I have been paying for it

All of my life

I'm gonna take the money I make

I'm gonna take the money I make

I'm gonna take the money I make

And I'm gonna go away...

We barely have time to react in this world

Let alone rehearse

And I don't think I'm better than you

But I don't think that I'm worse

Women learn to be women

And men learn to be men

And I don't blame it all on you

But I don't want to be your friend

I'm gonna take the money I make

I'm gonna take the money I make

I'm gonna take the money I make

And I'm gonna go away...

I was eleven years old

He was as old as my dad

And he took something from me

I didn't even know that I had

So don't tell me about decency

Don't tell me about pride

Just give me something for my trouble

'Cause this time, it's not a free ride

I'm gonna take the money I make

I'm gonna take the money I make

I'm gonna take the money I make

And I'm gonna go away...

Don't ask me why I'm crying

I'm not going to tell you what's wrong

I'm just gonna sit on your lap

For five dollars a songs

I want you to pay me for my beauty

I think it's only right

'Cause I have been paying for it

All of my life

Now I just wanna take

And I'm just gonna take

I'm gonna take