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Ani Difranco Little Plastic Castle

Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Flourescent light of the bathroom Shows my hands as they are See and eyelash on my cheek Pick it off

Sitting in my glass house while your ghost is sleeping down the hall. Watching the little birds fly kamikaze missions into the walls. Think I'm gonna

We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp on the 4th of July. We sat out on the hood with a couple of Warm beers and watched the fireworks explode

magazine Which is every magazine Read a story, and then forgot it right away They say goldfish have no memory I guess their lives are much like mine And the little plastic castle

at death Branching their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up And their heroine breath And all the little fishes are flapping wildly on their hooks While all the top critics finally meaning in the telephone book The little

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

They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan And they discovered a slave cemetery there May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon

Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Fluorescent light of the bathroom shows my hands as they are See and eyelash on my cheek pick it off and

You always got those dark sunglasses Covering half your face But if you promise to take them off Promise I won't squander your gaze I will be picturesque