Call it women’s intuition
Call it anything you want
But self respect and dignity
Were the first things that you lost
I don’t need your point of reason
You don’t have to say a word
Close your lips, bite your tongue
And save it for the birds
Not a long way to fall
Not a long way to fall
Not a long way to fall, to fall from grace
You’re no angel, you’re no saint
Come to grips with what you ain't
Say goodbye and let it go
Light a match and watch it burn
Bridges broken, lessons learned
Tired of living in your world.
I’m pulling broken arrows
And daggers from my back
You don’t get to play the victim
When you’re the one out on attack
I don't mean to stir up trouble
Lord knows that you know best
You wear your pain for the world to see
Like a patch sewn on your chest
Not a long way to fall
Not a long way to fall
Not a long way to fall
To fall from grace.
You’re no angel, you’re no saint
Come to grips with what you aint
Say goodbye and let it go
Light a match and watch it burn
Bridges broken, lessons learned
I’m tired of living in your world
I don’t meet your expectations
I don’t need that shit at all
I don’t meet your expectations darling
I don’t need that at all! You’re no angel, you’re no saint
Come to grips with what you aint
Say goodbye and I'll let you go
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