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Karma

She get up this morning, say she don't like my Florentine no more,
Packs her bags and asks me can I help her at the door,
I look around, searching for strength and then I say,
"No babe, I'm not gonna hurt you that way"

She says "The last time I thought it was forever, I was wrong then, too,
Believe me, babe, it's got nothin' to do with you,"
I make-believe that I am bigger than I am,
But I can feel her cringe when she hears the door slam

If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean, I'll throw her in,
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery
If she don't wanna be with me

She says, "Can we talk this over like rational people?"
I say "I lost all sense when I caught you creepin'
And, anyway the time for talk between us has passed,
We need to find something that will last

I'll drive you down to the beach where I can clear my head,
And maybe, if we're lucky no one will end up dead"
I think for a minute I may let her go,
Then I think about the spinach on the kitchen floor

If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean,
I'll throw her in,
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery
If she don't wanna be with me
(If she don't wanna be with me)

(She can do better if only you let her)
She can do better if'n you let her
(She's a go-getter like Loma Prieta)
She's a go-getter
(Just like in the movies, she'll be all she can be)
Just like in the movies, be all she can be
(See that what she should see)
See what she should see
But if she don't wanna be with me

I'll take her down to the ocean,
I'll throw her in
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery

If she don't wanna be with me
I'll take her down to the ocean,
I'll throw her in
Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end
If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery
If she don't wanna be with me

©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).

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from Mr. Gibson Scores Again, released May 1, 2001

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Amelia Ray Helsinki, Finland

Amelia Ray is The Interpreter. Ray’s 31-year career has spanned the fields of music, performance art, film and humanitarianism. As a polyglot, Ray has spent decades contemplating how similar concepts are expressed differently linguistically across cultures. This research has permeated her artistic work, which includes numerous cross-genre compositions, performance pieces and a one-act musical. ... more

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