Throwing Stones

Paula Cole

So call me a bitch in heat and 
I'll call you a liar 
And we'll throw stones until we're dead 

There you go again you cut me off from talking 
You bask in the glory 
The center of the circle 
All our friends think you're a comedian 
So kind and generous 
but i am suffering Away from here 
I wanna be 
Away from here 
Away from here 
Away from every little thing 
Every little thing 
I used to love your every little, every little thing 

Now you call me a bitch in heat and 
I call you a liar 
And we'll throw stones until we're dead 

You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet 
You manipulate me with your (real) catholic shit 
Everytime i try to talk it through 
You turn it around and make us out to be 
David and Goliath 

Away from here 
I wanna be 
Away from here 
Away from here 
Away from every little thing 
Every little thing 
I used to love your every little every little thing 

Now you call me a bitch in heat and 
I'll call you a liar 
And we'll throw stones until we're dead 

Your arms beneath me 
Your lying inside me 
I used to love your every little every little thing 
Your eyes blue stars 
Your hand in my purse 
And now I hate your every little everything all day 

Oh momma 
I didn't know life was this hard 
Oh momma 
My innocence has been torn 

My inner vision, dulled and darkened 
I keep myself away to you 
I fuck my sorrow humblely 
And throw my crown upon the ground 

It's you I hope for 
And us I pray for 
And me that I believed was wrong 
But now my anger is my best friend 
Be careful may bite your head off 

Liar 

So call me a bitch in heat and 
I'll you a liar 
And we'll throw stones until we're dead 

So call me a bitch in heat and 
I'll you a mother fucker 
And we'll throw stones until we're dead