Tailor
When he said
When he said
That he liked my cut of hair
I became a barber
When he said
When he said
That my scent was eau-de-fleur
I became a perfumer
When he said
When he said
That he liked the clothes I wore
I became a tailor
And I sewed a party dress
In and out and in and out
With an needle and thread
In and out and in and out
In my head the thoughts of him
In and out
In and out
And in
When he said
When he said
He was leaving
I took up the violin
When he said
When he said
That my body he'd not miss
I became a sculptress
When he said
When he said
That my face he'd soon forget
I became a poet
And a fiddle and a bow
In and out and in and out
And a chisel and stone
In and out and in and out
And a fountain pen
In and out
In and out
And in
Now that he's gone away
There isn't anyone to say if I'm a lady
Or a crazy women
Now that he's gone away
There isn't anyone to say if I'm a diamond
Or a dime a dozen
Didn't I gleam my father's eye
Who am I?
Didn't I split my mothers side
Who am I?
Didn't I drink her nipple dry
Who am I?
And no-one taught me how to cry
Who am I?
How to cry for what I wanted in the night
Who am I?
Didn't I cry, cry
Who am I?
Who am I?
When he said
When he said
That he liked the clothes I wore
I became a tailor
When he said
That he liked my cut of hair
I became a barber
When he said
When he said
That my scent was eau-de-fleur
I became a perfumer
When he said
When he said
That he liked the clothes I wore
I became a tailor
And I sewed a party dress
In and out and in and out
With an needle and thread
In and out and in and out
In my head the thoughts of him
In and out
In and out
And in
When he said
When he said
He was leaving
I took up the violin
When he said
When he said
That my body he'd not miss
I became a sculptress
When he said
When he said
That my face he'd soon forget
I became a poet
And a fiddle and a bow
In and out and in and out
And a chisel and stone
In and out and in and out
And a fountain pen
In and out
In and out
And in
Now that he's gone away
There isn't anyone to say if I'm a lady
Or a crazy women
Now that he's gone away
There isn't anyone to say if I'm a diamond
Or a dime a dozen
Didn't I gleam my father's eye
Who am I?
Didn't I split my mothers side
Who am I?
Didn't I drink her nipple dry
Who am I?
And no-one taught me how to cry
Who am I?
How to cry for what I wanted in the night
Who am I?
Didn't I cry, cry
Who am I?
Who am I?
When he said
When he said
That he liked the clothes I wore
I became a tailor
Credits
Writer(s): Anais Mitchell
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