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Domesticated
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I apologize for every time I've been wild
Give me dependency / give me lies of a child
It's incredible, it's no wonder I'm getting behind
All gay underdogs queued in a ruler straight line
You look up and you don't look forward
So you never can anticipate it
They say come and you say "sure, Sir"
You finally be domesticated
I wonder why I'm always stuck with the crumbs
Some great reward for whatever hunting becomes
My ears and coat have grown, they're just dragging along
Survival of whatever traits the fittest think belong
You look down, no you don't make contact
Because your top half's so heavily weighted
Don't remember when you signed the contract
To live a life so abbreviated
You're just gonna have to feel the difference
Between urge and the way that you're baited
Between love and beneath servitude's surface
You finally be domesticated
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I only feel this way when I am too long on my knees
(And the pads would go to waste otherwise)
The heels look mean but they make it hard to leave
(And easier to trip the landmines)
I take a deep breath in and then forget how to proceed
(I've forgotten to exhale so many times)
I guess I'll get it in the next life
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
Keeping the sarcophagus clean
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
For someone else's family
They didn't hire me for wits or observation
(I'm sorry, did you see your shoe's untied?)
For richer or for power, I in somnolent starvation
('cause they never saw my hungry eyes)
There's no fault behind it, I put pride into my patience
(They'd have to hurt me otherwise)
I only hope they never realize
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
Not a single one of them looks like me
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
For someone else's family
I never lied to you, I never stole
And if any other way should rot my soul
I only gave the blues to the toilet bowl
There are a hundred ways to resign
(Most likely you'll have yours and I'll lose mine)
Thanks for your thoughts but I'm feeling fine
(And I don't think that I'll try suicide)
And if I'm saying it in semaphore or something like
(You gotta watch the vegetative eyes)
Then I'm just dreaming of my days on the Maginot line
I don't wanna be a housewife
I don't wanna be a housewife
And once I've fulfilled my half-life
Are they gonna make glue from me?
But don't they look so dapper in their fine evening trappings
O, I need to know what happens when they all turn seventeen
I've already lost too much time
I've already lost too much time
I've already lost too much time
For a second glance from him to me
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