Ever since first man fought with tools
You've played all those same men for fools
And your digits wrapped them so tight
You stomp and you curse, "You're all the same"
And you're tired of playing their game
But it's hard not to get pulled back every night
Wednesday and Thursday pass by
And the wit you bequeathed unapplied
There's a market just clamoring to you
You slip on the black dress you bought
And you pull up the hem quite a lot
You can't wait for them to watch you strut through
And that's all all right
Everyone knows you're aligned with the dark side of light
But please bare in mind
I'm over here just rewinding and playing your life
And if you feel blind
Slighted and hoarse in the morning when everyone's gone
You'll always be the girl with the overalls on
Time wounds all your heals
And the devil is fresh out of deals
But you clean up and try it again
And oh, would I watch how you skate
But I don't know if I can relate
Although I would give it a shot should you ever say when
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