Black Notebook
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I'm going to open up my black notebook to see what I might find/ I'm
going to open up my black notebook to the very last entry to find I fell
in love with a woman that day
Oh I fell in love with a woman that day and it made me feel ugly 'cause
we're the same except she's so much better/ We're the same, she's
better, yes
She cuts to my heart like no man could ever do 'cause every bit of
healing or giving in is guarded/ She cuts to my heart like no man could
ever do 'cause she knows I'm not a victim
I'm going to open up my black notebook to the very first page to find I
fell into a hate with you that day/ You never took me as I was/ When I
was sad you made me bigger/ When I was too happy you said it figured
I like the fire in your daring eyes/ But your grip on me has made me
wither/ I know where you learned this always wanting more/ Haven't
we been through this lesson before?/ You learned it from your mother
and her from her mother before
She cuts to my heart like no man could ever do 'cause every bit of
healing or giving in is guarded/ She cuts to my heart like no man could
ever do 'cause she knows I'm not a victim
Rosemary, Rosemary, Rosemary, I'm reaching for you/ How did it come
to be that the keepers were hated?/ A woman says to me "don't make
me feel guilty, not again"/ I say "don't look to me for approval and I won't
look to you anymore"/ I won't look to you (I'll just love you) look to you
(how I love you)/ How did it come to be that the keepers were hated?
What we don't like about ourselves we toss around and pass to
someone else/ We are all tied up in each other/ I can't distinguish my
frame/ If you were my mother, you'd say "let's do it today"/ If you were
my grandmother, you'd say "I'll make everything okay"/ If you were my
girlfriend, you'd say "I almost like you"/ If you were my sister, my neighbor,
or my best friend, we'd all be talking at once, we'd all have two cents
Two cents of security in our bag
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