Raggedy Man

Raggedy man, raggedy man
I don’t wanna be your raggedy Ann
So watch me go back to the place I know
There’s a whole lot more in this big old world than
Watching myself be your raggedy girl
So you pass me 'round, make me feel small
Love me so much then don’t love me at all
And I wait all day for your telephone call
But what raggedy man don’t know about me
I’m tearing those rags from the bottom of my feet
And running
And running
Oh, but I don’t want to draw any blood
But maybe that’s what it’s gonna come down to
When you find out so lovely in my head
That I’d rather dream than be dead in the water
Raggedy man, raggedy man
I don’t wanna be your raggedy Ann
So watch me go back to the place I know
There’s a whole lot more in this big old world than
Watching myself be your raggedy girl
There’s a whole lot more in this big old world than
Watching myself be your raggedy girl