my bruises were the color of revenge in a pinkish tone
revenge for words i didn’t say words he heard years ago
from some nobody walking down the street like some kind of
hard ass but i got a knife held to my throat as he told me
to take off my clothes i guess i shouldn’t come here anymore
i never learn those days were things i couldn’t dream
my mind was liquid and my hands shook what’s your name
little girl? but i wasn’t little i was 36-24-36 and i could rule
the world once he took me aside and said don’t you
worry your pretty little head you want it you got it and
and i was a PRINCESS running down the street from
screeching tires that chased me across town and finally
caught up thrown in the backseat with a half breed
who kissed my neck and took my money my freedom
my life everything will be a.g. ’cause we got it all
under control…and there i lie on this hotel bed
watching him convulse from some kind of overdose
but he’ll be fine ’cause they got it UNDER CONTROL
and i took a 40 oz to quench my thirst as i heard
my name in his plans i wanna talk and i sighed
knowing no words would come from these lips because
i never had a conversation that involved words when they had me
under control
