Letter to a John - Ani DiFranco

Don’t ask me why I’m crying, I’m not gonna tell you what’s wrong

I’m just gonna sit on your lap for five dollars a song

I want you to pay me for my beauty, I think it’s only right

'Cause I have been waiting for it all of my life

I wanna take the money I make

Yeah, I’m just gonna take the money I make

Now I’m just gonna take the money I make

And I’m gonna go away

We barely have time to react in this world, let alone rehearse

And I don’t think that I’m better than you, but I don’t think that I’m worse

So women learn to be women and men learn to be men

And I don’t blame it all on you, but I don’t want to be your friend

I’m just gonna take the money I make

I’m just gonna take the money I make

Yeah, I’m just gonna take the money I make

And I’m gonna go away

I was eleven years old, he was as old as my dad

And he took something from me I didn’t even know that I had

So don’t tell me 'bout decency, don’t tell me about pride

Just give me something for my trouble, 'cause this time it’s not a free ride

I just gonna take the money I make

I’m just gonna take, yeah

I’m just gonna take the money I make

I’m gonna, gonna go away

I’m just gonna go so far away

Don’t even ask me why I’m crying, I’m not gonna tell you what’s wrong

I’m just gonna sit on your lap for ten dollars a song

I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it’s only right

I have been waiting for it all of my life

And I just wanna take, I just wanna take

I’m just gonna take, and I’m gonna go away