Janet Lee Myatt: Music

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My halo’s crooked and I don’t care.
The gloves are coming off, uh huh, thought you might wanna be prepared.
You’ve been hanging out in my head too long
Telling me your version of right and wrong.

Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
‘Cause what you’re sayin’ it just ain’t ringin’ out True
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
Cuz this time it’s me honey makin’ the rules

There’s a pebble in my shoe, and it hurts
I’m gonna take it out, uh huh, and erase this bloody curse
I’m gonna walk in my own shoes for awhile and you can walk
Down my mile this time if you want

Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
‘Cause what you’re sayin’ it just ain’t ringin’ out True
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
Cuz this time it’s me honey makin’ the rules

My back’s been broken, I’ve paid a price
I gave it all away, uh huh, always tryin’ to be so nice
But the laugh’s on me, ‘cause who cares about that
If you disappear from your very own life, who cares about nice?

Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
‘Cause what you’re sayin’ it just ain’t ringin’ out True
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
Cuz this time it’s me honey makin’ the rules

Angels weep…
Demons creep…
People sleep…

Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
‘Cause what you’re sayin’ it just ain’t ringin’ out True
Don’t tell me what to do
Don’t tell me what to do
Cuz this time it’s me honey makin’ the rules