Limp

Limp
You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds
Don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
No matter what I try, you beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby
It won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby
It won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby
It won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands
La canción 'Limp' de Fiona Apple es una vibrante expresión de resistencia y empoderamiento ante la manipulación emocional y el abuso de poder. Con una combinación única de letras poéticas y melodías intensas, Apple narra la lucha por mantenerse firme frente a un manipulador que busca controlarla y despojarla de su dignidad....