Songtexte:
Ani Difranco Imperfectly

I got pulled over in west Texas So they could look inside my car He said, "Are you an American citizen?" I said, "Yes sir, so far" They made sure I wasn

Our father who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th floor suite And swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in He allows me to stand and solicit graffiti

Standing just outside The circle of light Avoiding the pool cues Watching the game Waiting for you Hanging in the doorway Like smoke Like mistletoe This

He caresses every bottle Like it's the first one he's had Saying, it ain't love but it ain't bad It's the only reward bestowed upon me And I have served

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

If my life were a movie, there would be a sunset And the camera would pan away But the sky is just a little sister Tagging along behind the buildings

I've been offered love In two dimensions before And I know that it's not all It's made out to be Let's show them how it's done Let's do it all imperfectly

Übersetzung: Difranco, Ani. Unvollkommen.

She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair And I touch my head to feel What isn't there She's humming a melody We learned in grade school She'