What I am, what I am getting older

what I need is a man by my shoulder

what I am, what you are

allright I'm sick of your lying there



Look at me, look at me growing colder

everyday, I get a little bolder

what I am, what you are

allright I'm sick of your lying there



And when you lie there

why must I lie there



Why am I, why am I feeling stronger

now the days and the nights getting longer

what I am, what you are

allright I'm sick of your lying there



And when you lie there

why must I lie there



But I try to survive in a whores dress

something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed

my mother told me, priest just told me

too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out

my brother's getting sicker, sicker

while my pretty sister sits there

bitchin' about her figure

time to move and get away

get away and open up to your freedom today



And when you lie there

why must I lie there