She Who Is Militant

Drinking 40’s

Till you pass out in your ten-o’-five

Running over

All the things that I dropped on you tonight.

Ah, what’s the point of washing clothes?

Brings me work,

Pups need home.

Getting older

Is beginning to give me a panicky feel.

Little children

Don’t appeal to you and your cowboy ideal.

Ah, women go to beauty school.

Cash is key,

Progress too.

I need a tissue for my nose,

A kiss or two and then let go.

So long.

Ah, women go to beauty school.

Cash is key,

Progress too.

I need a tissue for my nose,

A kiss or two and then let go.

So long.

So long.

So long.

So long.

So long.

So long.