Fiona Apple - Ladies lyrics
[Fiona Apple - Ladies lyrics]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ruminations on the looming effect
And the parallax view
And the figure and the form and
The revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effect
And the parallax view
And the figure and the form and
The revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, take it easy
When he leaves me, please be my guest
To whatever I might've left
In his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
There's a dress in the closet
Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it
I didn't fit in it, it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of
Another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note, one line
It said
"I don't know if I'm coming across
But I'm really trying" she was very kind
Fruit bat
Cuter than a button, mutton head maniac
Fruit bat
Cuter than a button, mutton head maniac
Nobody can replace anybody else
So it would be a shame
To make it a competition
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to
Make a comparison with you
Ruminations on the looming effect
And the parallax view
And the figure and the form and
The revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ooh cuter than a button, mutton head maniac
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to
Make a comparison with you
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ruminations on the looming effect
And the parallax view
And the figure and the form and
The revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effect
And the parallax view
And the figure and the form and
The revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, take it easy
When he leaves me, please be my guest
To whatever I might've left
In his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
There's a dress in the closet
Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it
I didn't fit in it, it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of
Another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note, one line
It said
"I don't know if I'm coming across
But I'm really trying" she was very kind
Fruit bat
Cuter than a button, mutton head maniac
Fruit bat
Cuter than a button, mutton head maniac
Nobody can replace anybody else
So it would be a shame
To make it a competition
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to
Make a comparison with you
Ruminations on the looming effect
And the parallax view
And the figure and the form and
The revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Ooh cuter than a button, mutton head maniac
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to
Make a comparison with you
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through
Yet another woman to whom
I won't get through