My Sister
 
My Sister
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
My sister.
My sister.
My sister...
 
I hate my sister, she's such a bitch
She acts as if she doesn't even know that I exist,
But I would do anything to let her know I care,
But I am only talking to myself 'cause she isn't there.
 
My sister.
 
I love my sister, she's the best !
She's cooler than any other girl that I have ever met.
She had the greatest band, she had the greatest guy...
She's good at everything and doesn't even try...
 
 
She's got a wall around her nobody could climb !...
She lets her ladder down for those who really shine...
I tried to scale it, but to me, she's blind !...
So, I lit a firecracker went off in my eye...
 
 
I miss my sister, why'd she go ?
She's the one who would have taken me to my first all-ages show.
It was the Violent Femmes and the Del Fuegos
Before they had a record out, before they went gold
And started to grow.
 
I miss my sister !
I miss my sister !
I miss my sister !
I really miss her !
 
 
Put It Away
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
I'm not afraid...
No, I'm not a gay...
You don't have to pay...
To hear what I say...
 
Put it away !
You can't take it away !
'Cause I won't give it away !
 
Some people got a lotta nerve...
Think just because I'm a girl...
Rock stars, don't you be so sure...
You mustn't have heard...
Me say !...
 
Put it away !
You can't take it away !
'Cause I won't give it away !
 
Hey !...
 
 
You're just gonna have to wait...
I ain't gonna take that bait...
Honey, honey, honey, are you ashamed... ?
Now, put, put, put that thing away...
Hey !... Hey !...
 
Put it away !
You can't take it away !
'Cause I won't give it away !
 
Put it away !!
You can't take it away !!
'Cause I won't give it away !!
 
 
A Dame With A Rod (Demo)
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Gimme your hand...
Get in the van...
D'you understand ?...
He's got a plan...
[You've gotta [prove]/He's got a room] for one night ! So, don't try to fight !
He's got a knife ! No respect for your life !...
 
Is it for real ?...
How does it feel ?...
We made a deal...
You get paid for your meal...
She got a pain in her head ! Her eyes are red !
Touch her again and you're dead ! You heard what she said ?...
 
I am a heroine,
He tried to do her in,
I gave it back to him,
He won't do it again.
I'm a heroine !
He tried to do her in !
I gave it back to him !
He won't do it again !...
 
Give me your hand...
Get in the van...
D'you understand ?...
Act like a man...
[You gotta [prove]/He got a room] for one night ! So, don't try to fight !
He's got a knife ! No respect for your life !...
 
Is it for real ?...
How does it feel ?...
We made a deal...
You get paid for your meal...
She got a pain in her head ! The bed is red !
Touch her again and you're dead ! You heard what I said ?...
 
I am a heroine,
He tried to do her in,
I gave it back to him,
He won't do it again.
I am a heroine !
He tried to do her in !
I gave it back to him !
He won't do it again !...
 
 
Don't try to run...
You did what you done...
I got a gun...
And no mercy for scum...
You're gonna rot in the ground ! Not come back around !
Push out of the town and outta the... town !...
 
I am a heroine,
He tried to do her in,
I gave it back to him,
He won't do it again.
I am a heroine !
He tried to do her in !
I gave it back to him !
He won't do it again !...
 
 
Ruthless
(Juliana Hatfield) 1993 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI
 
Feeling ruthless like a
Rude guest, rude guest.
We're in the corner like flowers on the wall
Growing really small, really small, really small, really small.
 
They're all suckers for a chick who really rocks it hard,
We're all suckers for Ruthie.
Do you remember how we said she's gonna be a star ?
We'll be [pounding / pining...] for Ruthie...
 
 
Hanging around, giving too much away,
Maybe we should go now, go now.
This is a test, but it seems as if [your/the/her] best,
Just isn't good enough... good enough... uh-uh... no way...
 
We're all gushing, but I swear we really mean it, man,
We're all sucking up to Ruthie...
We're all licking at the blood comes from her playing hand.
We all wish we were Ruthie...
Uh !
 
We're all suckers for a girl who really play guitar,
We're all suckers for Ruthie...
We're all crowding 'round like "pack up and get in [the/a] car".
We're all dying for Ruthie !...
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