Текст: Ani Difranco. Ani DiFranco. Lost Woman Song.

I opened a bank account when I was nine years old
I closed it when I was eighteen
I gave them every penny that I'd saved
And they gave my blood and my urine

A number now I'm sitting in this waiting room
Playing with the toys
And I am here to exercise
My freedom of choice

I passed their hand held signs
Went through their picket lines
They gathered when they saw me coming
They shouted when they saw me cross

I said why don't you go home
Just leave me alone
I'm just another woman lost
You are like fish in the water

Who don't know that they are wet
As far as I can tell the world isn't perfect yet
His bored eyes were obscene
On his denim thighs a magazine

I wish he'd never come here with me
In fact I wish he'd never come near me
I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine
I am growing older waiting in this line

Some of life's best lessons are learned at the worst times
Under the fierce fluorescent she offered her hand for me to hold
She offered stability and calm
And I was crushing her palm

Through the pinch pull wincing
My smile unconvincing
On that sterile battlefield that sees
Only casualties

Never heroes
My heart hit absolute zero
Lucille, your voice still sounds in me
Mine was a relatively easy tragedy

Now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed
But that picket line persisted
And that clinic's since been closed
They keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break