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I stood at the mirror and admired my brown eyes
'Til I realized they should be green
Then I knew for a fact I was deeply submerged
though I saw no great change in the scene
And it's none of your concern

I pay my respects in irreverent ways
So if you can laugh, you're a friend
Nothing is sacred for we who see clearly
For life is a means to no end
And it's none of your concern

Some satisfy my body, some satisfy my soul
Some satisfy my image, some satisfy my goals
Some cannot see in the darkness
Some have the libidos tied up
Some spread untrue information
And some are just downright corrupt

Suddenly thrust upon a stage
My company's in demand
And suddenly everyone wants to give
The performing arts a hand
But it's none of your concern

I thought we were lousy, you never agree
But were all of your kudos sincere
For warm consolation, you offered your body
And took away any odd fears
But it's none of your concern

You were attracted by the glitter
You were held spellbound by the heat
You made a minor brush with stardom
You were in awe of such a feat

But your pride's unnecessary
'Cos I would jump at any chance
Would you guess I'm so pathetic
When I hold you in a trance

I make more remarks for material gain
And to hope to make up for lost time
Sometimes my scruples are put in a jar
And sometimes my love is a crime
But it's none of your concern

I wish I could stand at the mirror once more
But those green eyes make me feel small
I've mastered the ways of a stranger land
The mundane's most frightening of all
But it's none of your concern

Some satisfy my body, some satisfy my soul
Some satisfy my image, some satisfy my goals
Some cannot see in the darkness
Some have the libidos tied up
Some spread untrue information
And some are just downright corrupt

And I'm wondering why I will often feel shy
Though I'm brash and flamboyant and ready to die
And I'm versed in the arts, juggling too many hearts
How insatiably stupid to think that I'm smart

Dirty little girl, you make me sweat without regret
Dirty little girl, you help conceal what might be real
Dirty little girl, your worst requests are others' best
Dirty little girl, your push and shove ain't really love
Don't make me laugh while I take a drag
Dirty little girl

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from 'Til the Cows Come Home: The Angus Tweed Anthology (1988​-​1994), released May 1, 1994
Marek

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