Lines on my face
Carry the traces
Of everywhere I've been
They don't make me any less of a woman
I Carry the weight
Of people that take
Love from me all they can
It don't make me any less of a woman
Look at you. All you see is her pretty little face
Look at you. With your hands round that tiny little waist
I am all you'll ever need
I am the home you'll never see
You Might say I'm fucking angry
But it Don't make me any less of a woman
Lines in your face
Don't mean shit
When you think with your...
You think I am any less of a woman?
In ten years time
You think she'll want you still?
Will she fuck
You think I'll be any less of a woman?
Fuck you... All you have is her pretty little face
Fuck you... Leave your hands round that tiny little waist
I am all you'll ever need
I was the home you'll never see
Might say I'm fucking angry
But it Don't make me any less of a woman
Here we are now
You think you won somehow
You took all you want
Like a broken child
You cry
You try
To find
Deeper meaning in your life
But You have drained me dry
