Boneshaker

Boneshaker

He wants to see me on his doorstep, baby-holding

He doesn’t want to see the universe in my eyes

He would rather that the front door was my threshold, but,

I am not your barefoot woman, oh no.

 

I see nebulas when you say nurseries

I am not one star, I am galaxies

I am electromagnetic, not static and,

I am not your barefoot woman, oh no

 

I wasn’t born, to be any man’s captive

For the fact is, on this ship

I am the captain

 

I thought I told you I was not your home-maker

If you want a smooth ride, don’t buy a boneshaker

Sounds to me like you meant to find a home-baker

 

No I’m not your barefoot woman, no I’m not your barefoot woman, oh no.

 

The one who loves me will know me really

The one to keep me will let me be me

The one who loves me knows me really

The one to keep me will let me be me.