Raggedy man, raggedy man, I don’t wanna be your raggedy Ann so watch me go back to the place I know*
There’s a whole lot more in this big old world than watching myself be your raggedy girl
So you pass me around, make me feel small, love me so much then don’t love me at all and I wait all day for your telephone call but what Raggedy man don’t know about me I’m tearing those rags from the bottom of my feet and running, and running
Oh, but I dont’ want to draw any blood, but maybe that’s what it’s gonna come down to when you find out so lovely in my head that I’d rather dream than be dead in the water