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1990. Tenth track of her first album. All belongs to righteous babe records. Lyrics: i would have returned your greeting if it weren't for the way you were looking at me this street is not a market and i am not a commodity don't you find it sad that we can't even say hello because you're a man and i'm a woman and the sun is getting low there are some places that i can't go as a woman i can't go there and as a person i don't care i don't go for the hey baby what's your name and i'd like to go alone thank you just the same i am up again against the skin of my guitar in the window of my life looking out through the bars i am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words i'm afraid i've said too much i'm afraid of who has heard me my father, he told me the story and it was true for his time but now the story is different maybe i should tell him mine all the girls line up here all the boys on the other side i see your ranks are advancing i see mine are left behind i am up again against the skin of my guitar in the window of my life looking out through the bars i am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words i'm afraid i can never say enough i'm afraid no one has heard me despite all the balls that i've been thrown and forced to drop on the social totem pole i'm preciously close to the top they put you in your place and they tell you to behave but no one can be free until we're all on even grade and i would have returned your greeting if it weren't for the way you were looking at me

From her second album "Not So Soft" lyrics hello it's me i'm returning your call it's monday wednesday friday between noon and three he says i usually just let the phone ring but i've always got a minute of time for the next big thing and i wonder how he can see where he's going with those dollar signs in his eyes i say thank you for your interest but my thing is already just the right size hello it's me yes, i'll play for the door nothing more on a tuesday he says baby what is your name i forgot he says baby tell me again are you really hot and i think he does not hear what i'm saying he's just looking at my 8 x 10 and wondering about the part that was left out does she have a body that will really draw them in how much do you want how much are you willing to do baby, this is no business for a sweet little girl like you can you play the game act it out frame for frame do you know your lines let me hear them one more time but i'd rather pay my dues to the six people sitting at the bar than to all those men in their business suits who say i'll take you away from this if you'll just get in the car

From her second album "Not So Soft" lyrics death has been your lover he has brought you the edges of your life and now you are looking over and all we can say is it's going to be alright i am looking forward to looking back on these days when on every corner someone holds a sign that says i'm homeless i'm hungry and i have AIDS how will they define our generation in the coming decades who will tell the story and what will they say will they say the victims were thought of as criminals while the guilty sat on high deciding their fate ticking off statistics in their spare time tell me which is the crime may you never test positive pregnancy...HIV may you never be the receptacle of blame may you never be the scapegoat for a whole world full of shame may you never be fighting for your life and at the same have to fight for your name there are too few who open both eyes we sit back in our easy chairs and try to sympathize whether from the point of a needle or the edge of our beds we too, like too many others could be dead our actions will define us before a single definition can be said so what if god is testing us what if that's true what are you going to do what is the answer to you

From her second album "Not So Soft" lyrics i am looking for the holes the holes in your jeans because i want to know are they worn out in the seat or are they worn out in the knees there are so many ways to wear what we have before it's gone to make use of what is there i don't wear anything i can't wipe my hands on do your politics fit between the headlines are they written in newsprint are they distant mine are crossing an empty parking lot they are a woman walking home at night, alone they are six strings that sing and wood that hums against my hip bone we can't afford to do anyone harm because we owe them our lives each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs our enemies are the very air in disguise you can talk a great philosophy but if you can't be kind to people every day then it doesn't mean that much to me it's the little things you do it's the little things you say it's the love that you give along the way when we patch things up they say a job well done but when we ask the question why where did the rips come from they say we are subversive and extreme of course we are just trying to track a problem to it's source we are looking for the holes because we know we can't sit back and let people come to harm we owe them our lives each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs our enemies are the very air our enemies are the air