The windows of my soul   are made of one way glass   don't bother looking into my eyes   if there's something you want to know,   just ask   I got a dead bolt stroll   where I'm going is clear   I won't wait for you to wonder   I'll just tell you why I'm here      'cause I know the biggest crime   is just to throw up your hands   say   this has nothing to do with me   I just want to live as comfortably as I can   you got to look outside your eyes   you got to think outside your brain   you got to walk outside you life   to where the neighborhood changes      tell me who is your boogieman   that's who I will be   you don't have to like me for who I am   but we'll see what you're made of   by what you make of me   I think that it's absurd   that you think I   am the derelict daughter   I fight fire with words   words are hotter than flames   words are wetter than water      I got friends all over this country   I got friends in other countries too   I got friends I haven't met yet   I got friends I never knew   I got lovers whose eyes   I've only seen at a glance   I got strangers for great grandchildren   I got strangers for ancestors      I was a long time coming   I'll be a long time gone   you've got your whole life to do something   and that's not very long   so why don't you give me a call   when you're willing to fight   for what you think is real   for what you think is right