What I am, what I am getting older
  what I need is a man by my shoulder
  what I am, what you are
  allright I'm sick of your lying there
    Look at me, look at me growing colder
  everyday, I get a little bolder
  what I am, what you are
  allright I'm sick of your lying there
    And when you lie there
  why must I lie there
    Why am I, why am I feeling stronger
  now the days and the nights getting longer
  what I am, what you are
  allright I'm sick of your lying there
    And when you lie there
  why must I lie there
    But I try to survive in a whores dress
  something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed
  my mother told me, priest just told me
  too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out
  my brother's getting sicker, sicker
  while my pretty sister sits there
  bitchin' about her figure
  time to move and get away
  get away and open up to your freedom today
    And when you lie there
  why must I lie there