What I am, what I am getting older
what I need is a man by my shoulder
what I am, what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there

Look at me, look at me growing colder
everyday, I get a little bolder
what I am, what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there

And when you lie there
why must I lie there

Why am I, why am I feeling stronger
now the days and the nights getting longer
what I am, what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there

And when you lie there
why must I lie there

But I try to survive in a whores dress
something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed
my mother told me, priest just told me
too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out
my brother's getting sicker, sicker
while my pretty sister sits there