| Hand on the throttle |
| Thought I caught lightning in a bottle |
| Oh, but it’s gone again |
| And it was written |
| I got cursed like Eve got bitten |
| Oh, was it punishment? |
| Pad around when I get home |
| I guess a lesser woman would’ve lost hope |
| A greater woman wouldn’t beg |
| But I looked to the sky and said |
| Please |
| I’ve been on my knees |
| Change the prophecy |
| Don’t want money |
| Just someone who wants my company |
| Let it once be me |
| Who do I have to speak to |
| About if they can redo |
| The prophecy? |
| Cards on the table |
| Mine play out like fools in a fable, oh |
| It was sinking in |
| Sinking in, oh |
| Slow is the quicksand |
| Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand |
| Oh, still I dream of him |
| Please |
| I’ve been on my knees |
| Change the prophecy |
| Don’t want money |
| Just someone who wants my company |
| Let it once be me |
| Who do I have to speak to |
| About if they can redo |
| The prophecy? |
| And I sound like an infant |
| Feelin' like the very last drops of an ink pen |
| A greater woman stays cool |
| But I howl like a wolf at the moon |
| And I look unstable |
| Gathered with a coven round a sorceress' table |
| A greater woman has faith |
| But even statues crumble if they’re made to wait |
| I’m so afraid I sealed my fate |
| No sign of soulmates |
| I’m just a paperweight |
| In shades of greige |
| Spending my last coin so someone will tell me |
| It’ll be ok |
| Ooh |
| Ooh |
| Ooh |
| Ooh |
| Please |
| I’ve been on my knees |
| Change the prophecy |
| Don’t want money |
| Just someone who wants my company |
| Let it once be me |
| Who do I have to speak to |
| About if they can redo |
| The prophecy? |
| Who do I have to speak to |
| To change the prophecy? |
| Hand on the throttle |
| Thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh |
| But it’s gone again |
| Pad around when I get home |
| I guess a lesser woman would’ve lost hope |
| A greater woman wouldn’t beg |
| But I looked to the sky and said |
| Please |