They'll dress your air with daisies And honeysickle But watch now child how they're cringing When you're standing too tall Hey Little Lady Men say they own this town, don't let them hold you down Hey Little Lady The poems in your eyes, don't let them turn to sighs Fresh out the womb they lay you In a spink sugar cage But now you're burning the candy house down And sleeping on stage They'll make you jump through those hoops The hoops might be rigged But child they don't even know You're too hard for them to handle