Throwing Stones

Song: Throwing Stones

By: Paula Cole

>From The Album: This Fire

Chorded By: Adam Klein

E-Mail: Adam_Klein@compuserve.com

Web Page: The Ultimate Amanda Marshall Homepage

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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 are a comedian --

so kind and generous, but I am suffering

Away from here, I want to be away from here,

Away from every little thing.

Every little thing.

I used to love your 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 guilt-ridden 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 want to be away from here,

Away from every little thing.

Every little thing.

I used to love your every little thing.

Your arms beneath me, your light inside me

I used to love your every little, every little thing.

Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,

Now I hate your every little thing.

Oh mama I didn't know life was this hard.

Oh mama my innocence has been tarred

My inner vision dulled and darkened

I gave myself away to you,

I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground

It was you I hoped for and

us I prayed for and

me that I believed was wrong

But now my anger is my best friend and careful,

I may bite your head off.

 

So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,

And we'll throw stones until we're dead.

So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker

And we'll throw stones until we're dead.