Lost Woman Song

I opened a bank account when I was nine years old
 I closed it when I was eighteen
 I gave them every penny that I'd saved
 and they gave my blood and my urine a number
 And now I'm sitting in this waiting room playing with the toys
 And I am here to exercise my freedom of choice
 I passed their handheld signs
 I went through their picket lines
 They gathered when they saw me coming
 They shouted when they saw me cross
 I said, "why don't you go home?
 Just leave me alone
 I'm just another woman lost
 You are like fish in the water who don't know that they are wet
 But as far as I can tell the world isn't perfect yet"
 And his bored eyes were obscene
 On his denim thighs a magazine
 I wish he'd never come here with me
 In fact I wish he'd never come near me
 I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine
 I am growing older waiting in this line
 But some of life's best lessons are learned at the worst times
 And under the fierce fluorescent she offered her hand for me to hold
 She offered stability and calm and I was crushing her palm
 Through the pinch-pull wincing
 My smile unconvincing
 On that sterile battlefield that sees only casualties
 Never heroes
 My heart hit absolute zero
 And lucille, your voice still sounds in me
 Yeah mine was a relatively easy tragedy
 The profile of our country looks a little less hard-nosed
 But you know that picket line
 persisted and that clinic's since been closed
 They keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break
 But you know I don't think there's one
 of them that leads a life free of mistakes
 Yes I'm not going to sacrifice my freedom of choice
 No you can't make me sacrifice my freedom of choice
 No you can't make us sacrifice our freedom of choice