Текст: Liz Phair. Exile In Guyville. 6' 1.

I bet, you fall in bed too easily
With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave
And you sell yourself as a man to save
But all the money in the world is not enough

I bet, you've long since passed understanding
What it takes to be satisfied
You're like a vine that keeps climbing higher
But all the money in the world is not enough
And all the bridges blown away keep floating up

It's cold and rough
And I kept standing six feet one
Instead of five feet two
And I loved my life and I hated you

Yeah, it's cold out there and rough
And I kept standing six feet one
Instead of five feet two
And I loved my life and I hated you