I've had good times
With some bad guys
I've told whole lies
With a half smile
Held your bare bones
With my clothes on
I've thrown rocks
Then hid both my arms.
I don't know what good it serves
Pouring my purse in the dirt.
But i-i-i-i-i don't wanna be your cheerleader no more
But i-i-i-i-i don't wanna be your cheerleader no more.
I've played dumb
When I knew better
Tried too hard
Just to be clever
I know honest thieves
I call family
I've seen america
With no clothes on.
But i-i-i-i-i don't wanna be a cheerleader no more
But i-i-i-i-i don't wanna be a cheerleader no more.
I don't know what I deserve
But for you I could work.
Cause I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more
I don't wanna be a dirt eater no more
I don't wanna be a dirt eater no more
I don't wanna be a cheerleader no more.
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St. Vincent in Album Strange Mercy Released in 2011 |