Lyrics

He saw me as a blank page
A place for him to deposit
All his dried out rage

I folded myself thin
Absorbed it like ink into newsprint
Until every word sank in

And now I've got the hang of it

I'm a paper girl
I'm not broken
I'm a paper girl
Just crumpled up
But opening slowly
Not wrinkle free
The creases are the lines
That made me ... me

I went the long way around
From me to him, then back to me
Until I came unwound

I opened up word by word
I found my story
In a voice I'd never heard

And now I've got the hang of it

I'm a paper girl
I'm not broken
I'm a paper girl
Just crumpled up
But opening slowly
Not wrinkle free
The creases are the lines
That made me ... me

A perfect page is boring
It sits there flat and smooth
Just like you

I'm a paper girl
I'm not broken
I'm a paper girl
Just crumpled up
But opening slowly
Not wrinkle free
The creases are the lines
That made me ... me

The creases are the lines
That made me ... me

(c) Carlene Wentworth/Marilyn Oakley