Not a woman Yet, not a girl I feel like a child Running through my backyard I can see the woods With my father standing in the doorway What did he see that I cannot believe What kind of woman did he think that I would be What did he see that I cannot believe What kind of woman did he think that I could be He'd say Don't you forget that you're good and you're worth it Oh, oh won't you talk to me Yeah scream if you must but, please
Please, talk to me I'll run with the wind I'll come to the water where you lay but please Please, talk to me Now listen Just close your eyes so tight That you can see what I see Then you'll know Everything that I know I am my fathers daughter He named me Lizzie I was born in the winter They called me Metok I was raised in the North With my two sisters I have a singer for a mother I am a woman of few words