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The Feminine Urge Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A room at dusk
Mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl
‘Til my lungs fill
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, pull your boots up, boys
And push me down
I’m only here
For your entertainment
[Chorus]
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
[Verse 2]
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain’t it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back?
Do you want me, or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can’t win them all (I can’t win them all)
[Pre-Chorus]
Run ’til I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give the curse to her
I, I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
[Chorus]
I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
[Post-Chorus]
Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain’t it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can’t win them all (I can’t win them all)
[Chorus]
I am a dark red liver (Ooh) stretched out on the rocks (Oh-oh-ooh)
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love (Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh)
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well (Oh-oh-ooh)
To nurture the wounds my mother held
[Outro]
Give me that dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
