Throwing Stones Lyrics - Paula Cole

So call me a bitch in heat 

And I'll call you a liar 

And we'll throw stones until we're dead 

There you go again you cut me off from talkin' 

You bask in the glory, the center of the circle 

All the friends think you're a comedian 

So kind and generous but I am suffering 

Away from here, I wanna be 

Away from here, away from here 

Away from every little thing 

Every little thing, I used to love your 

Every little, every little thing 

Now you call me a bitch in heat 

And Ill call you a liar 

And well throw stones until we're dead 

You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet 

You manipulate me with your real Catholic shit 

Every time I try to talk it through 

You turn it around and make it suffer like David and Goliath 

Away from here, I wanna be 

Away from here, away from here 

Away from every little thing 

Every little thing, I used to love your 

Every little, every little thing 

Now you call me a bitch in heat 

And Ill call you a liar 

And well throw stones until were dead 

Your arms beneath me, your lying inside me 

I used to love your every little, every little thing 

Your eyes grew stars, your hand in my purse 

And now I hate your every little, everything all day 

Oh Mama, I didn't know life was this hard 

Oh Mama, my innocence has been tarred 

My inner vision, dulled and darkened 

I keep myself away to you 

I fuck my sorrow humbly 

And throw my crown upon the ground 

Its you I hope for, us I pray for 

Me, that I believed was wrong 

But now my anger is my best friend 

Be careful, I may bite your head off 

Liar 

So call me a bitch in heat 

And Ill call you a liar 

And well throw stones until were dead 

So call me a bitch in heat 

And Ill call you a liar 

And well throw stones until were dead