Texty: Ani Difranco. Imperfectly. Every State Line.

I got pulled over in west Texas
So they could look inside my car
He said, "Are you an American citizen?"
I said, "Yes sir, so far"

They made sure I wasn't smuggling
Someone in from Mexico
Someone willing to settle for America
'Cause there's nowhere else to go

I broke down in Louisiana
And I had to thumb a ride
Got in the first car that pulled over
You can't be picky in the middle of the night

He said, "Baby, do you like to fool around?"
He said, "Baby, do you like to be touched?"
I said, "Maybe some other time
Fuck you very much"

I'm in the middle of Alabama
They stare at me where ever I go
I don't think they like my haircut
I don't think they like my clothes

I can't wait to get back to New York city
Where at least when I walk down the street
No one ever hesitates
To tell me exactly what they think of me

A little town in Pennsylvania
There was snow on the ground
A parked in an empty lot
Where there was no one else around

But I guess I was taking up too much space
As I was trying to get some sleep
'Cause an officer came by anyway
And told me I had to leave

And every state line
There's a new set of laws
And every police man
Comes equipped with extended claws

There's a thousand shades of white
And a thousand shades of black
But the same rule always applies
Smile pretty, and watch your back

Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back

Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, and watch your back
Smile pretty, smile pretty