You wear me out, with your words
You wear me out and you always interrupt
Yeah yeah yeah, you must be right
With all your talk of metropolis
Little girls everywhere
Little girls playing at big girls' games
You're gonna learn the hard way
You're gonna learn the hard way

I see right through you
I do

Forests become deserts
Schoolgirls become hopeless
There are daughters on the riverbeds
Can't you think of something else to talk about
We can wear breton
We can grow our hair long
We can do what the magazines say
But truly and deeply

I see right through you

We got politics, pigs' heads on sticks
We wait patiently but he's still not here
We got politics, pigs' heads on sticks
We wait patiently but he's just not here