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Lyrics by Alanis Morissette
Music by Alanis Morissette & Glen Ballard
I don't want to be the filler is the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of the single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be a bandage is the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be you babysitter
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine month
Show me the back door
Chorus:
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it's too much to ask and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge
On your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for?
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be you idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window
Repeat Chorus
I don't want to be live on someday when my motto is last week
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for?
Repeat Chorus
Alanis Morissette: Vocals
Glen Ballard. Guitar, keyboards & Recording
Mixed by Christopher Fogel
"One and one make two..."-Alanis "Not The Doctor"
---> Now was that that hard? :-) -Mark rotfl!!!!!