Paula Cole
Paula Cole - Throwing Stones lyrics
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So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead There you go again, you cut me off from talking You bask in the glory, the center of the circle All the friends think you're a comedian So kind and generous but I am suffering Away from here, I wanna be Away from here, away from here Away from every little thing, every little thing I still love your every little, every little thing Now you call me a bitch in heat and Ill call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet You manipulate me with your real Catholic shit Every time I try to talk it through You turn it around and make it suffer like David and Goliath Away from here, I wanna be Away from here, away from here Away from every little thing, every little thing I still love your every little, every little thing Now you call me a bitch in heat and Ill call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead Your arms beneath me, you're lying inside me I used to love your every little, every little thing Your eyes grew stars, your hand in my purse And now I hate your every little, everything all day Oh mama, I didn't know life was this hard Oh mama, my innocence has been tarred My inner vision, dulled and darkened, I keep myself away to you I fuck my sorrow humbly and throw my crown upon the ground Its you I hope for, us I pray for Me, that I believed was wrong But now my anger is my best friend Be careful, I may bite your head off Liar So call me a bitch in heat and Ill call you a liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead So call me a bitch in heat and Ill call you a motherfucker And we'll throw stones until we're dead