One of my favorite songs of the 1980's
Deborah was a Catholic girl,
She held out to the bitter end.
Carla was a different type,
She's the one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl,
And I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures
Sitting down like the Buddhists sat.
Reno was an aimless girl
A geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus-freak
She liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had this special way
Of turning sex into a song.
Camella couldn't sing,
Kept the beat and kept it strong.
Xtilla was an archetype
The voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best
To masturbating in the bath.
Sherri was a feminist
She really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen's point of view was this:
"Take whatever you can grab".
Seattle was another girl
Who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up
And left me hanging by a strap.
Jeannie had this nightclub walk
That made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen, who had a son,
Said "I must go" but finally stayed.
Gloria, the last taboo
Was shattered by her tongue one night.
Mimi brought the taboo back
And held it up before the light.
Marilyn, who knew no shame
Was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast
She didn't even say good-bye.
Well Rhonda had a house in Venice
Lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston
Shot cough syrup in her veins.
Linda thought he life was empty
Filled it up with alcohol.
Katherine was much too pretty,
She didn't do that shit at all.
"Uh-uh not Katherine".
Pauline thought that life was simple
Turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated
Like some French filmmaker's plot.
Gina was the perfect lady
Always kept her stockings straight
jackie was a real punk rocker
Silver spoon and a paper plate.
Sarah was a modern dancer
Lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
In a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
While wearing leather biker boots.
Brenda's strange obsession
Was with certain vegetables and fruits.
Rowena was an artist's daughter
The deeper image shook her up.
DeeDee's mother left her father
Took his money and his truck.
Debbie-Rae had no such problems
Perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen had a baby
Left her parents lived alone
Bobbie joined a new wave band
And changed her name to Bobbie Sox
Eloise who played guitar
Sang songs about whales and cops.
Terri didn't give a shit,
(She was) Just a nihilist.
Ronnie was much more my style
She wrote songs just like this.
Jezebelle went forty days
Drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
Into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
She's a scientologist.
Pomerante, here's a kiss
I choose you to end this list.
Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women.
by The Nails from the album "Corpus Christi".
Deborah was a Catholic girl,
She held out to the bitter end.
Carla was a different type,
She's the one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl,
And I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures
Sitting down like the Buddhists sat.
Reno was an aimless girl
A geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus-freak
She liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had this special way
Of turning sex into a song.
Camella couldn't sing,
Kept the beat and kept it strong.
Xtilla was an archetype
The voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best
To masturbating in the bath.
Sherri was a feminist
She really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen's point of view was this:
"Take whatever you can grab".
Seattle was another girl
Who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up
And left me hanging by a strap.
Jeannie had this nightclub walk
That made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen, who had a son,
Said "I must go" but finally stayed.
Gloria, the last taboo
Was shattered by her tongue one night.
Mimi brought the taboo back
And held it up before the light.
Marilyn, who knew no shame
Was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast
She didn't even say good-bye.
Well Rhonda had a house in Venice
Lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston
Shot cough syrup in her veins.
Linda thought he life was empty
Filled it up with alcohol.
Katherine was much too pretty,
She didn't do that shit at all.
"Uh-uh not Katherine".
Pauline thought that life was simple
Turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated
Like some French filmmaker's plot.
Gina was the perfect lady
Always kept her stockings straight
jackie was a real punk rocker
Silver spoon and a paper plate.
Sarah was a modern dancer
Lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
In a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
While wearing leather biker boots.
Brenda's strange obsession
Was with certain vegetables and fruits.
Rowena was an artist's daughter
The deeper image shook her up.
DeeDee's mother left her father
Took his money and his truck.
Debbie-Rae had no such problems
Perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen had a baby
Left her parents lived alone
Bobbie joined a new wave band
And changed her name to Bobbie Sox
Eloise who played guitar
Sang songs about whales and cops.
Terri didn't give a shit,
(She was) Just a nihilist.
Ronnie was much more my style
She wrote songs just like this.
Jezebelle went forty days
Drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
Into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
She's a scientologist.
Pomerante, here's a kiss
I choose you to end this list.
Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women.
by The Nails from the album "Corpus Christi".
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comixbookgurl:
=^_^=
voodou:
aaaw shucks. thanks mister. i can haz sexy brain yes?