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Free To Be Frida
04:22
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Free To Be Frida
I wake up in the mornin‘ feelin’ awful
Pain this bad should be unlawful
I can’t get myself out of bed
I wish I was already dead
[CHORUS]
Still they say I’m lucky to stay
In my PJs while I play
I’m free to be the Frida of
the twenty-first century they love
This pain is killin’ me, yet I’m still alive
My body’s illin’ me, yet I still survive
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
But not dyin’ takes much longer
CHORUS
I think I could relax
If this pain got off my back
But my back’s about to crack
And pain meds don’t do jack
My body’s always aching
Stomach’s always quaking
You can’t tell because I’m faking
But inside my heart is breaking
It’s hard for me to focus
‘Cause this pain is so ferocious
And yet even at my lowest
You’re still sleeping, I’m the wokest
I’m trying to be nice
But don’t try my patience twice
There’s a knife in my side
I can’t take your shit besides
How could something so pretty be so unhappy?
I may look pretty, but pain feels ugly
If Frida was here, I bet she would say
“I don’t want to live another day“
So please don’t say I’m lucky to stay
In my PJs while I play
It’s not easy to be the Frida of
the twenty-first century you love
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Hold Me, I'm Cold
03:42
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Hold Me, I’m Cold
Met a man with a Mohawk one night
His hair was red dyed and his skin was pure white
He was an angel lookin‘ for a fistfight
His wings were torn so he could not take flight
[CHORUS]
I said
“Hold me, I’m cold
Can you hear my heart callin’?
Don’t kiss me, I’m sickly
Catch me, I’m fallin’”
“You don’t have to starve on the street with me
I eat all day for free and I stay skinny”
Wrap me up in a dirty blanket
My head on your chest and my hands in your pockets
CHORUS
He’d been in Germany in the military
Had two babies by the time he was twenty
He listens to punk music on the phone he got for free
He smokes like a fish and drinks coffee like a chimney
CHORUS
He held the door and he kissed my cheek
He’s a Southern gentleman and he’s sweet when he speaks
“I respect you too much to do it here on the concrete
It will mean more if we wait a week”
CHORUS
I said,
“Hold me, I’m cold
How’d you hear my heart callin’?
Please kiss me, I’m sickly
I’m an angel fallin’”
I said,
“Hold me, I’m cold“
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Bad Boy
03:47
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Bad Boy
Hey bull in a China mall
I am not your China doll
You’ve been talkin’ with your fists
And I’ve been missin’ bein’ kissed
I ain’t gonna linger
I’m slippin’ through your fingers
[CHORUS]
I don’t wanna love a bad boy
Who cannot be good to me
Your desire to destroy
Will never destroy me
Love is what I wanna make
All you wanna make is hate
It takes two to tango
Well, it takes you to wrangle
Somebody knocked out your teeth
Long before you messed with me
CHORUS
You inspired my desire
Lit my match then blamed my fire
I got burned but I sure learned
Don’t give love that isn’t earned
I’m tired of your bitchin’
Get out of my kitchen
CHORUS
[BRIDGE]
Bad boys won’t be good to you
Good girls, they will make you blue
If they make you black and blue
Go and find a love that’s true
Repeat BRIDGE twice
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I Never Said
03:21
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I Never Said
Baby, I had been alone for far too long
I met you when I was out just singin’ a song
I never thought that we would get along
But you see the right in what others find wrong
[CHORUS] But. . .
I never said that you could drive my car
I doubt you could even drive it very far
I thought maybe I would give you a ride
It’s a prize not a right to come inside
I like the way that you draw my ukulele
But you don’t treat me like a true lady
Keep your hands off of my curvy body
Or I’m gonna tell on you to everybody
‘Cause. . . CHORUS
Your domination tastes a lot like tyranny
I like my masochism free of misogyny
You fool yourself with fucked up fantasy
Violate me, that’s a sexual inadequacy
CHORUS
Hell no you can’t drive my car
You’re lucky I don’t run it into you hard
I thought maybe I would give you a ride
Now you’re never ever gonna come inside
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Riot Grrrls to the Front
Oooh oooh Oooh oooh
Suffragettes fought for representation
Seventies women wanted liberation
Nineteen nineties-- third wave feminism
Young women claimed their right to be awesome!
[CHORUS]
Riot grrrls to the front, listen to the sound
Amazons to the hunt, bow to the ground
Bitches to the front, dogs to the pound
I wanna find out what you’ve found
Punk rock was a political intrusion
Bang and shout and call it music
Riot Grrrl was a feminist fusion
Academic action, punk rock inclusion
CHORUS
DIY was a revolution
For creative kids who felt excluded
Riot Grrrl fought the institution
Of popular culture propagating stupid!
CHORUS
Life’s not a glossy magazine
So write about it in your zine
The words are raw and the music’s cool
Forget the rules that you learned in school!
CHORUS
Star Blue Band is here to stay and
I got somethin‘ I gotta say
Slut shame is a game that’s lame
Just call me by my real name
Infiltrate the infrastructure of the patriarchal culture
Haters cannot fade us when we elevate ecstatic rapture
Riot grrrls to the front
Riot grrrls to the front
Riot grrrls to the front, listen to the sound
Amazons to the hunt, bow to the ground
Bitches to the front, bitches to the front
Bitches to the, bitches to the, bitches to the front
Bitches to the front, dogs to the pound
I wanna find out what you’ve found
Oooh oooh Oooh oooh
CHORUS
I wanna find out what you’ve found x2
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