Limp - Fiona Apple

You wanna make me sick;

You wanna lick my wounds

Don’t you, baby?

You want the badge of honour when you save my hide

But you’re the one in the way

Of the day of doom, baby

If you need my shame to reclaim your pride

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try, you’ll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down

Make me cry;

get off now, baby

It won’t be long till you’ll be lying limp in your own hands

You feed the beast I have within me

You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run

Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try, you’ll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down

Make me cry;

get off now, baby

It won’t be long till you’ll be lying limp in your own hands

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man

But no matter what I try, you’ll beat me with your bitter lies

So call me crazy, hold me down

Make me cry;

get off now, baby

It won’t be long till you’ll be lying limp in your own hands