Liz Phair - Support System

I don’t need a support system lifting me into prop position
What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you
Driving me down all those dangerous avenues
Lions and tigers tearing at their food
I know the gossip flies around at breakfast
One of them rings in your hand
Where do you get the fuck off thinking
I was there at the party cause all of my friends feed me evil reasons
Why you and I should not be friends let’s just think this whole thing through
Tell me, just what the hell is a lover supposed to do?
I got the wrong reaction, a slap in the face from you

This is such a stupid picture
Wrap me in a steak
Why don’t you throw it in the panther cage
And maybe then I’ll like you better
No way

I don’t need a support system lifting me into prop position
What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude
What satisfaction is left when all you do tells everyone you’re acting
Untrue?

This is such a stupid picture
Light a cigarette why don’t you stub it in a carburetor
Maybe then you’ll sell me something
No way

I don’t need a support system, put your hand on my heart and listen
What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through
Pointing the finger, I’m counting on loving you over and above the passion
I’m connected to you