Текст песни Fiona Apple - Limp
Fiona Apple - Limp слова песни
You wanna make me sick;You wanna lick my wounds,Don`t you, baby?You want the badge of honour when you save my hideBut you`re the one in the wayOf the day of doom, babyIf you need my shame to reclaim your prideAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I tryYou`ll beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me downMake me cry; get off now, baby-It won`t be long till you`ll be Lying limp in your own handYou feed the beast I have within meYou wave the red flag, baby you make it run run runStanding on the sidelines, waving and grinningYou fondle my trigger, then you blame my gunAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I tryYou`ll beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me downMake me cry; get off now, baby-It won`t be long till you`ll beLying limp in your own hand