Two Little Girls - Ani DiFranco

You were fresh off the boat from Virginia,

I had a year in New York City under my belt,

We met in a dream when we were both 19

I remember where we were standing

I remember how it felt

Two little girls growing out of their training bras,

This little girl breaks furniture, this little girl breaks laws

Two girls together

Just a little less alone

This little girl cried «wee wee wee» all the way home.

(Home)

We were always half crazy, now look at you, baby

You make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme,

And love is a piano dropped from a four story window

And you were in the wrong place at the wrong time

And I don’t like your girlfriend, yeah, I blame her

Never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm

And I loved you first and you know I would prefer

If she didn’t empty her syringes into your arm

(Arm)

Now here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door

To find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor

So I guess I’ll just stand here with my back against the wall,

While you distill your whole life down to a 9−1-1 call

So now you bring me your bruises

So I can «oh» and «ah» at the display

Maybe I’m supposed to make one of my famous jokes that makes everything okay

Or maybe I’m supposed to be the handsome prince who rides up and unties your

hands,

Or maybe I’m supposed to be the furrow-browed friend who thinks she understands

Now here comes little naked me padding up to the bathroom door

To find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor

So I guess I’ll just stand here with my back against the wall

While you distill your whole life down to a 9−1-1 call