Throwing Stones

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 talkin' You bask in the glory The center of the circle All the friends think you're a comedian So kind and generous And I am suffering Away from here I want to 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 So call me a bitch in heat and I'll 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 it suffer Like david and goliath Away from here I want to 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 grew stars Your hand in my purse And now I hate your every little everything all day Oh mama I didn't know life was this hard Oh mama My innocence has been tarred My inner vision, dulled and darkened I keep myself away to you I fuck my sorrow humbly And throw my crown upon the ground It's you I hope for And us I pray for And me that I believed that was wrong And now my anger is my best friend Be careful I 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 liar And we'll throw stones until we're dead --- Throwing Stones - Paula Cole