Masterpiece

Grace Potter

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    Somewhere in the middle of the seventh grade
    I realized that everyone my age was an asshole
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    From there everything began to escalate
    It's much more fun to climb a gate than a flagpole
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    I was the long lost kid in the middle
    Of the long lost American Dream
    So I picked up my paintbrush and started on my masterpiece

    I had no money but I had the time
    Got some sticky little fingers, the world was mine
    In my klepto phase
    I stole my way across the deep blue sea
    I went looking for my dignity
    Stamp my passport
    If you please

    Yeah, I was a teenage troublemaker
    On the run from the mall police
    Yeah, but trouble's an important chapter in my masterpiece

    He was wearing eyeliner, had a funny name
    And he told me that his daddy was an Attache
    And he made me a woman
    In the middle of the ocean
    When I touched down in Montreal
    I saw my future, yes, I saw it all
    Singing ' Yes I can, can, yes I can, can, yes, ma'am

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    I had a brand new head on my shoulders
    And a nice little pair of titties
    I said goodbye to the Virgin and hello to my masterpiece

    (Masterpiece)
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    (Masterpiece)

    Embroider all my vices
    Catharsis and crisis into one incorrigible pendulum

    For the sake of the story I'ma skip ahead
    Past the part about the Grateful Dead
    Straight to Booker-T
    And don't forget the MG's
    I danced holes through my wooly socks
    I felt a funny little tickle 'cause I had pop rocks in my pussy
    Uh-uh-uh-huh

    I was the long lost daughter of disco
    Dancing through my jockstrap dreams
    In my funky little Fiat chasing down my Masterpiece
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    Every Major Tom, Harry Dick and friendly ghost
    Helped me stir the madness of my holy woes
    Like sugar in my teacup
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Now I don't shoplift and I don't blackout
    I have a handle and I have a spout
    I'm a grownup
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    But I still get that feeling when I drive by my school
    How them goddamn kids could be so goddamn cruel
    But I'm still painting and fucking and climbing trees
    And dancing with my darling devils and beasts
    And every single ugly little part of me

    Is just a color in the palette of my ever-lovin' never-done-in' vagabond masterpiece

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    Composición: Grace Potter

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