Women's Fiction

As a woman, I have bloodstains on my clothes
From the times I couldn't buy myself a way to stop my bleeding
As a woman, I know each freckle on my toes
From the times I kept my eyes down hoping nobody could see me

And a man in the bar whispers in my ear, he says
I've been talking to God again
And I tell him I smell it on his breath, and he just laughs and says
Let me take you home tonight

I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction

As a woman I know every detour home
From the crossroads to the landmarks to the nearest telephone
As a woman I have blood between my teeth
From the times I bit my tongue so I didn't yell or scream

And the man on the step smokes a cigarette, and says
Where you going in that dress?
And I tell him, to hell with him
He just laughs, he just says, my dear
Let me take you home tonight

I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction

I could write a symphony and make them weep
But they're not going to see me, they're not going to hear me so

I'll keep telling my stories and keep begging someone to listen
I'll keep telling my stories, they'll keep calling it women's fiction