The second time around, you know it really got me down.
Sister don't you judge it, just keep it to yourself now and if
You ain't got nothing good to say don't say nothing at all.
I got bitten by the bitter bug, and now I just can't get
Eoungh of I'll will and my own conciet I'm weary of the
World it seems. I'm weary of the world, weary of the world
It's sort of always gone my way I'm just a little bit off
These days like I've had hard knocks all my life, like I'm a
Bible belt wife like I didn't see it coming, like I didn't walk in
See, I never want to sing again la la la like a butterfly
Without my wits about me, without my heart in line. Third
Time's a charm and this is mine.
You said you heard Loretta sing and felt the lonliness
Seeping in, the cowboys made you uneasy, you're a
God-fearing lesbian so you learn not to yearn and you
Take it on the chin again.
Here's what I find about comprimise-don't do it if it
Hurts inside, cause either way you're screwed, eventually
You'll find you may as well feel good; you may as well have
Come August we'll go to Cherokee and hear Loretta do
Her thing, pack it into the Indian Casin and make the
Hillbilly scene, kick up our heels and join in.
Are you my ally or my enemy? Do you have
Self-loathing or empthy? Can you keep me in your
Prayers, sister, can you keep me in there somewhere? And
Sister ifyou ain't got nothing good to say...
Don't say nothing at all