Liz Phair

I bet you fall in bed too easily
With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave
And you sell yourself as a man to save
That all the money in the world is not enough
I bet you’ve long since past understanding
What it takes to be satisfied
Like a vine that keeps climbing higher
But all the money in the world is not enough
And all the bridges blown away keep floating up
Its cold
And rough
And I kept standing 6’1’ instead of 5’2’
And I loved my life
And I hated you
Its cold, out there
And rough
And I kept standing 6’1’ instead of 5’2’
And I loved my life
And I hated you