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Liar
In a Rut
I Like Juice
Color Gaurd
Suicide Girl
Needy
Pussy
Blech
Underneath the Moon
Through the Door
Amazing
And So I Thought
Escape the Shame
Why So Glum, Chum?
I Wish I'd Kissed You
Not Much
Self-Pity
Better off as Friends
The Foolishness of Thinking
Never Enough
Played
Her Trudy
The Thin Red Line
Pretty Baby
Bi-Polar
Advice for the Ages
Prose




BI-POLAR

CHORUS

Don't call me sweetness
Don't call me baby
Don't call me darling
Just please don't call
Don't call me slut
Don't call me your whore
Don't call me bitch
Just don't call anymore

You've teased me and tortured me and tossed me aside
You've loved me and hated me and smiled while you lied
Your bi-polarity killed something in me
If any part of you loves me, then set me free

CHORUS

I'm tied down and raised up and cut open wide
I've pleaded and begged you and been spit on while I cried
You're a prince who will beat me bloody
I'm afraid you'll kill me and weep over the body

CHORUS







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Copyright 2001 Trudy Smock