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I only wanted what everyone wanted since bras started burning up ribs in the sixties.
Favors aflying, faces afalling and all I desire is to never be waiting.
If that's a crime, let's commit it.
There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves,
Boredom will die, ears will bleed
And all they'll desire is to give, and to please...
There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
There's a new crime, let's commit it.
While we're waiting on the next day
To begin it in the best way.
There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
There's a new crime, let's commit it.
Don't worry Heather, about forever.
Don't worry about me;
It's the lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice.
It's the lottery, baby. Everybody roll the dice.
Will we always be like little kids,
running grove to grove, asking,
"Who loves me? Don't know who loves me."
It's pathetic, it's impossible.
Like girls in stilettos.
Like girls in stilettos.
Like girls in stilettos running to run.
Favors aflying, faces afalling and all I desire is to never be waiting.
If that's a crime, let's commit it.
There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves,
Boredom will die, ears will bleed
And all they'll desire is to give, and to please...
There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
There's a new crime, let's commit it.
While we're waiting on the next day
To begin it in the best way.
There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
There's a new crime, let's commit it.
Don't worry Heather, about forever.
Don't worry about me;
It's the lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice.
It's the lottery, baby. Everybody roll the dice.
Will we always be like little kids,
running grove to grove, asking,
"Who loves me? Don't know who loves me."
It's pathetic, it's impossible.
Like girls in stilettos.
Like girls in stilettos.
Like girls in stilettos running to run.
Lyrics submitted by tinylittlewords
Track duration: 03:46
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I think the comments about the music industry are interesting, but that's never really been anything I've gotten out of the song.
I think that to take it a step beyond what WarholMetricSystem is saying, there is a bit of a backlash against the second-wave feminist ideals that they were talking about. More specifically, those second-wave, sex-positive feminist attitudes of women being empowered by sex and having a more stereotypically male view of sex and sexual activity has put pressure on women to have casual sex and make an effort to not desire commitment and long-term relationships. "Sexual suicide" is engaging in this practice. There is pressure to have and want casual sex, and with that comes emotional, and maybe more importantly, physical risks.
It's a lottery, everyone roll the dice, recognizes that pressure on everyone, male and female, to engage in high-risk activities. Don't worry about forever--don't worry about the risks, and don't dare to want a long-term relationship or a commitment. Those are roles that patriarchy has forced on women, and to want them is to be a bad feminist.
"Will we always be like little kids . . . asking 'who really loves me? Don't know who loves me'" recognizes that ultimately all human beings are insecure and want to be loved, but we'll always be looking for it, looking for sexual validation from one guy or the next (grove to grove), if we can't admit (because we're too "empowered" to admit) that we do want love. It's pathetic that we've been put in this impossible situation, and it really is like girls in stilettos, trying to run--women trying to be powerful and strong but who will ultimately stumble and fall if they can't recognize that they are humans, people with emotions.
i think a lot of females settle for less because they are afraid that they won't find the "perfect one". when she talks to "heather" about forever, i think she's saying that when you are looking for love you can't be worried about things like that, because in the end you never know, and it's all kind of a game of chance that everyone has to play.
i love the last part of the song where she talks about the desperation that girls go through to find love wherever they can being "pathetic" and "impossible", and much like girls in stilettos, who are painfully and desperately trying.
"sexual suicide". There's obviously a lot of pressure on women to do this in the music industry, and a lot of women who would not make it unless they did that.
"Boredom will die, ears will bleed"
When people finally accept an artist's music regardless of her sex appeal, it will be a revolution of great music around the world.
She may be telling her friend Heather not to worry about her struggle, that she's going to "roll the dice" and see if she can make it in the industry without caving to that pressure.
The last verse is about the need to feel loved, and what people will do in order to get that, even if it's the wrong kind of attention. She finds it immature "like little kids", and thinks its an ass-backward way to produce music "pathetic, impossible".
bleak, raw, dark.
Nostalgic or not....that is what I got out of it.
Love this song
I think "the lottery" is a metaphor for love, sometimes you just throw your dice in not knowing how it's going to work out, and you get disappointed often because how much of a chance is there? And why not just do the act (sex) of there's nothing to lose?
I'm the type of person who lingers on things that don't work out and.. I just happen to find them the most beautiful. I do wish they would work out, of course.