| Song | Lost Woman Song |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Like I Said |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| I opened a bank account | |
| When I was nine years old | |
| I closed it when I was eighteen | |
| I gave them every penny that I'd saved | |
| And they gave my blood and my urine | |
| A number | |
| Now I'm sitting in this waiting room | |
| Playing with the toys | |
| And I am here to exercise | |
| My freedom of choice | |
| I passed their handheld signs | |
| Went through their picket lines | |
| They gathered when they saw me coming | |
| They shouted when they saw me cross | |
| I said why don't you go home | |
| Just leave me alone | |
| I'm just another woman lost | |
| You are like fish in the water | |
| Who don't know that they are wet | |
| As far as I can tell | |
| The world isn't perfect yet | |
| His bored eyes were obscene | |
| On his denim thighs a magazine | |
| I wish he'd never come here with me | |
| In fact I wish he'd never come near me | |
| I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine | |
| I am growing older | |
| Waiting in this line | |
| Some of life's best lessons are learned at the worst times | |
| Under the fierce flourescent | |
| She offered her hand for me to hold | |
| She offered stability and calm | |
| And I was crushing her palm | |
| Through the pinch pull wincing | |
| My smile unconvincing | |
| On that sterile battlefield that sees | |
| Only casualties | |
| Never heroes | |
| My heart hit absolute zero | |
| Lucille, your voice still sounds in me | |
| Mine was a relatively easy tragedy | |
| Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed | |
| But that picket line persisted | |
| And that clinic's since been closed | |
| They keep pounding their fists on reality | |
| Hoping it will break | |
| But I don't think there's a one of us leads a life free of mistakes |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| I opened a bank account | |
| When I was nine years old | |
| I closed it when I was eighteen | |
| I gave them every penny that I' d saved | |
| And they gave my blood and my urine | |
| A number | |
| Now I' m sitting in this waiting room | |
| Playing with the toys | |
| And I am here to exercise | |
| My freedom of choice | |
| I passed their handheld signs | |
| Went through their picket lines | |
| They gathered when they saw me coming | |
| They shouted when they saw me cross | |
| I said why don' t you go home | |
| Just leave me alone | |
| I' m just another woman lost | |
| You are like fish in the water | |
| Who don' t know that they are wet | |
| As far as I can tell | |
| The world isn' t perfect yet | |
| His bored eyes were obscene | |
| On his denim thighs a magazine | |
| I wish he' d never come here with me | |
| In fact I wish he' d never come near me | |
| I wish his shoulder wasn' t touching mine | |
| I am growing older | |
| Waiting in this line | |
| Some of life' s best lessons are learned at the worst times | |
| Under the fierce flourescent | |
| She offered her hand for me to hold | |
| She offered stability and calm | |
| And I was crushing her palm | |
| Through the pinch pull wincing | |
| My smile unconvincing | |
| On that sterile battlefield that sees | |
| Only casualties | |
| Never heroes | |
| My heart hit absolute zero | |
| Lucille, your voice still sounds in me | |
| Mine was a relatively easy tragedy | |
| Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed | |
| But that picket line persisted | |
| And that clinic' s since been closed | |
| They keep pounding their fists on reality | |
| Hoping it will break | |
| But I don' t think there' s a one of us leads a life free of mistakes |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| I opened a bank account | |
| When I was nine years old | |
| I closed it when I was eighteen | |
| I gave them every penny that I' d saved | |
| And they gave my blood and my urine | |
| A number | |
| Now I' m sitting in this waiting room | |
| Playing with the toys | |
| And I am here to exercise | |
| My freedom of choice | |
| I passed their handheld signs | |
| Went through their picket lines | |
| They gathered when they saw me coming | |
| They shouted when they saw me cross | |
| I said why don' t you go home | |
| Just leave me alone | |
| I' m just another woman lost | |
| You are like fish in the water | |
| Who don' t know that they are wet | |
| As far as I can tell | |
| The world isn' t perfect yet | |
| His bored eyes were obscene | |
| On his denim thighs a magazine | |
| I wish he' d never come here with me | |
| In fact I wish he' d never come near me | |
| I wish his shoulder wasn' t touching mine | |
| I am growing older | |
| Waiting in this line | |
| Some of life' s best lessons are learned at the worst times | |
| Under the fierce flourescent | |
| She offered her hand for me to hold | |
| She offered stability and calm | |
| And I was crushing her palm | |
| Through the pinch pull wincing | |
| My smile unconvincing | |
| On that sterile battlefield that sees | |
| Only casualties | |
| Never heroes | |
| My heart hit absolute zero | |
| Lucille, your voice still sounds in me | |
| Mine was a relatively easy tragedy | |
| Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed | |
| But that picket line persisted | |
| And that clinic' s since been closed | |
| They keep pounding their fists on reality | |
| Hoping it will break | |
| But I don' t think there' s a one of us leads a life free of mistakes |