Tony Hightower Not About Ani Difranco
She looked at me once, and I felt like I'd been feathered and tarred She shaved her head after the fashion of the avant-garde Her voice wasn't great, but I'd pay just to hear her guitar So anyway, so anyway We hit it off I became her willing audience, her couch was softer than my bed I wrote letters of intent that went straight into her garbage unread She tickled till it itched and then I sctratched that itch so hard that it bled So anyway, so anyway We hit it off I painted 100 portraits of her in pastels and oil She lied to the cops for me I believe that I'm spoiled Up cripple creek she sends me While I wrap her head in gum & tinfoil I don't love her in a love way That's not where I'm coming from at all We get along just fine, thanks You Puritans would be far from appalled Some people move so fast they run for miles before they learn how to crawl So anyway, so anyway We hit it off I don't believe in destiny Stars are just these holes in the sky But that first time we met, she was wearing my favorite tie I'll love her till the world ends Well, okay, that's a lie So anyway, so anyway So anyway, so anyway So anyway, so anyway We hit it off
