My good looks won't save my kids From their dad's predicament. They won't see my face like this See my face as a shadow
I could be wrong Or I could be strong
The penny-rate my love collects Could set your ass on fire Instead of praying thankful hallelujahs On the wire You turn on your radio regardless As you start your car But baby don't believe it When he tells you who you are
He could be wrong and You could be strong You're finding out you're selfish Because you like your happiness Don't sacrifice it to the average Keep it for yourself
They'll buy your butterflies And price them down To clean the racks Until a kid like you Can buy them back
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