Tony Hightower - Not About Ani Difranco lyrics

She looked at me once, and I felt like I'd been feathered and tarred

She shaved her head after the fashion of the avant-garde

Her voice wasn't great, but I'd pay just to hear her guitar

So anyway, so anyway

We hit it off

I became her willing audience, her couch was softer than my bed

I wrote letters of intent that went straight into her garbage unread

She tickled till it itched and then I sctratched that itch so hard that it

Bled

So anyway, so anyway

We hit it off

I painted 100 portraits of her in pastels and oil

She lied to the cops for me

I believe that I'm spoiled

Up cripple creek she sends me

While I wrap her head in gum & tinfoil

I don't love her in a love way

That's not where I'm coming from at all

We get along just fine, thanks

You Puritans would be far from appalled

Some people move so fast they run for miles before they learn how to crawl

So anyway, so anyway

We hit it off

I don't believe in destiny

Stars are just these holes in the sky

But that first time we met, she was wearing my favorite tie

I'll love her till the world ends

Well, okay, that's a lie

So anyway, so anyway

So anyway, so anyway

So anyway, so anyway

We hit it off