This Town Is Wrong

You've always been a good girl, smart girl, pretty girl, lucky girl
Happy as the day is long
You've always been a good girl, smart girl, pretty girl, lucky girl
Happy as the day is long

This town has so much at stake in you
Do you have any idea what they put you through?
They tell you you will go far, a little star, how I wonder what you are
When I watch you wearing their jewels
They want you to have long hair, short skirts, clear skin, nothing hurts
Following their every rule
Why don't you make the rules?
Why don't you make the rules?

Angela, this town is wrong
Angela, this town is wrong

So now it's so sad to see you this way
I'd call but you never have time to play
They give you all these big dreams, big plans, beneficial programs
A studio with mirrors for walls
Your doctors tell you work it through, smooth it out, feel your pain, let it out
They never let you learn how to crawl
They never let you make the rules
Why don't you make the rules?

Angela, this town is wrong
Angela, this town is wrong
Angela, spread your wings and be gone

It's midnight, your light's on and I'm standing here in your yard
I sold my computer for a used acoustic guitar
You only need your toothbrush, fifty bucks, that velvet shirt that brings you luck
The voice that's your mother's investment
By morning we'll be long gone, on the run, city-bound, I know someone
I'm sure we can stay in her apartment
And then we'll make the rules
And then we'll make the rules

Angela, this town is wrong
Angela, this town is wrong
Angela, spread your wings and be
Angela, spread your wings and be
Angela, spread your wings and be gone

Nerissa Nields © 1999 Peter Quince Productions (ASCAP)

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