Lletres: Ani Difranco. Not A Pretty Girl. The Million You Never Made.

The air comes off the ocean
And the city smells fishy
The air is full of fish and mystery
Whispering who, what, when

And I am warning you I am weightless
And the wind is always shifting
So don't hang anything on me
If you ever want to see it again
I am telling you I'm different than you
Think I am

And you can dangle your carrot
But I ain't gonna reach for it
'Cuz I need both my hands
To play my guitar

And life is a sleezy stranger
Who looks vaguely familiar
Flirting with a bimbo named disaster
At the end of the bar
And I am telling you I am different
Than you are

At night when you're asleep
Self-hatred's going to creep in
And try to blame it on the devil
And the one who's bed you sleep in

And don't tell me what they did to you
As though you had no choice
Tell me, isn't that your picture?
Isn't that your voice?
If you don't live what you sing about
Your mirror is going to find out

I'd like to go to all the pretty parties
Where all the pretty people go
And I ain't really all that pretty
But nobody will know

'Cuz everybody loves you
When you're a star
And nobody questions
What it takes to go that far
And life is a sleezy stranger
And this is his favorite bar

And no I don't prefer obscurity
But I'm an idealistic girl
And I wouldn't work for you
No matter what you paid

And I may not be able
To change the whole fucking world
But I could be the million that you never made
Yeah, I could be the million that you'll never make

I could be the million that you never made
I could be the million that you'll never make
I could be the million that you never made
I could be the million that you'll never make
I could be the million that you never made
I could be the million that you'll never make
I could be the million that you never made
You're looking at the million that you'll never make
You're looking at the million that you'll never make
You're looking at the million that you'll never make