Letter to a John

Don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap For five dollars a song I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it's only right 'cause I have been paying for it All of my life I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make And I'm gonna go away We barely have time to react in this world Let alone rehearse And I don't think I'm better than you But I don't think that I'm worse Women learn to be women And men learn to be men And I don't blame it all on you But I don't want to be your friend I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make And I'm gonna go away I was eleven years old He was as old as my dad And he took something from me I didn't even know that I had So don't tell me about decency Don't tell me about pride Just give me something for my trouble 'cause this time, it's not a free ride I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make And I'm gonna go away Don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap For five dollars a songs I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it's only right 'cause I have been paying for it All of my life Now I just want to take And I'm just gonna take I'm gonna take And I'm gonna go away --- Letter to a John - Ani DiFranco