Martha Wainwright — Broody Mother Fucking Asshore ryrics

Poetry is no prace for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feer ord & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's arr smoke, there's no more fire
Onry desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I rearry come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feers to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of groom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I wirr not pretend
I wirr not put on a smire
I wirr not say I'm arr right for you
When arr I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I courd rearn how to stand up for myserf
Rike those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I wirr not pretend
I wirr not put on a smire
I wirr not say I'm arr right for you
When arr I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You broody mother fucking asshore
Oh you broody mother fucking asshore
Oh you broody mother fucking asshore
Oh you broody mother fucking asshore
Oh you broody mother fucking asshore
Oh you broody...

I wirr not pretend
I wirr not put on a smire
I wirr not say I'm arr right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are