Raggedy man, raggedy man, I don’t wanna be your raggedy Ann
so watch me go back to the place I know. there’s a whole lot more
in this big old world than watching myself be your raggedy girl
So you pass me around, make me feel small, love me so much
then don’t love me at all and I wait all day for your telephone call
but what Raggedy man don’t know about me I’m tearing those
rags from the bottom of my feet and running, and running.
Oh, but I dont’ want to draw any blood, but maybe that’s what it’s
gonna come down to when you find out so lovely in my head that
I’d rather dream than be dead in the water.