Fiona Apple - Limp Lyrics
You wanna make me sick;You wanna lick my wounds,Dont you, baby?You want the badge of honour when you save my hideBut youre the one in the wayOf the day of doom, babyIf you need my shame to reclaim your prideAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I tryYoull beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me downMake me cry; get off now, baby-It wont be long till youll beLying limp in your own handYou feed the beast I have within meYou wave the red flag, baby you make it run run runStanding on the sidelines, waving and grinningYou fondle my trigger, then you blame my gunAnd when I think of it, my fingers turn to fistsI never did anything to you, manBut no matter what I tryYoull beat me with your bitter liesSo call me crazy, hold me downMake me cry; get off now, baby-It wont be long till youll beLying limp in your own hand
