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My breast is cradled
In the curve of my guitar
I'm breaking strings
And other things
Playing hard
No I'm not on the rag
But I'm not on the run
I am matching the big boys
One for one
And I must admit
I'm having myself some fun
Because the music business
Is still run by men
Like every business
And everything
But we can sing like a sonofabitch
Make them twitch around their eyes
Make them apologize
He had a mean streak
Three miles wide
It was a long walk
To the other side
She tried to get through it
Holding on to her smile
But he wasn't worth the time it takes
To make that mistake
He just wasn't worthwhile
She's been under command
Of the wrong man
And she'll give you everything
Except the upper hand
She was his mother, and his lover
And his wife
Now she wants the luxury
Of her own life
'Cause the marriage business
Is still run by men
Like every business
And every thing
But she can sing like a sonofabitch
Make him twitch around his eyes
Girl, make him apologize
They all want to lead the fight
And they know what they know all right
But there's so much
They don't understand
What about the other sex
What about the other hand
They only know what they've been told
And they're well cast
But they don't break the mold
And good sources are not enough
So she calls their bluff
Yeah, she calls their bluff
'Cause the revolution business
Is still run by men
Like every business
And everything
But we can sing like a sonofabitch
Make them twitch around their eyes
Until they realize
They just don't realize
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