 Words and Music: Amy Ray
I had guards like watchdogs, dogs in a manger
I could feel the protection, possession and anger
I drove out of there with no one behind me
Feeling funny and free
All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors
Aren't you precious inside?
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers
I got nothing to hide
I laughed as I said it this is my situation
It's not pictures or privilege it's just self-preservation
I don't want you to feel any obligation
Feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors
Aren't you precious inside
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers
I got nothing to hide
Amy:
I remember you
When we were shiny and new now you guard your faith
Temper your speed
It feels so funny to be free
Emily:
We act empty and innocent but we are fueled by distortions
Of lives led in discontent trading misfortunes
Cause faith is one thing that is hard to deliver
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors
Aren't you precious inside
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers
I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
All of us, all of us, all of us, all of us
Pretty pretenders, negligent vendors
Aren't we precious inside
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers
I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
I had guards like watchdogs, dogs in a manger
(I remember you)
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