Track Title:               Am I Getting Through

Album Title:               The Globe Sessions
Prime Artist:              Sheryl Crow
Producer:                  Sheryl Crow

Written by:                Sheryl Crow

Lyrics:
Part I:
                                                         I am strong
                                                          I am able
                                                    I spill milk on your table
                                                    Then I crawl like a baby
                                                   Just to see if you save me

                                                         I am sweet
                                                          I am ugly
                                                   I am mean if you love me
                                                  I try hard just to please you
                                                  When I say I don't need you

                                                  I dress up with a conscience
                                                 When I think you'll be watching
                                                    I say all the right things
                                                   I don't know what I mean

                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through
                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through

                                                    I am ignorant and rude
                                                    I am fashionably crude
                                                 And sometimes when it's quiet
                                                     I'm an angel in white

                                                   When I pose in the mirror
                                                    I want everyone near me
                                                   I am scared that I'm weird
                                                     I'm afraid I am queer

                                                     I am lovely and weak
                                                    I am foul when I speak
                                                   I am strange when I'm kind
                                                      I am frying my mind

                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through
                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through
                                                   (I don't care, I don't care)

                                                     Jesus loves me I know
                                                    For my mom told me so
                                                      I'm a loser at love
                                                    I'm a flower in the mud

                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through
                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through
                                                            Am I
                                                            Am I
                                                       Getting Through

                                                           Part II:
                                                       Don't you hate it
                                                When the motor starts to run out
                                                      Your esoteric rants
                                                  Were made to twist and shout
                                                      I heard you moved
                                             Now you're hangin on the Moulin Rouge
                                             Don't you know no matter where you go
                                                Somebody's always watching you
                                                     That's what they say
                                                     That's what they say
                                             When the pages fade the love you made
                                             Will seem one hundred light years away


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