88 Lines About 44 Women by The Nails 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 Buddha sat Mmmm... Rena was an aimless girl With geographic memory Kathy was a Jesus freak She liked that kind of misery Vicki had a special way Of turning sex into a song Camela couldn't sing Kept the beat, kept it strong Mmmm... Zilla was an archetype The voodoo queen, the queen of wrath Joan thought men were second best For masturbating in the bath Sherry was a feminist She really had that gift of gab Kathleen's point of view was this: Take whatever you can grab Mmmm... Seattle was another girl Who left her mark upon the map Karen liked to tie me up And left me hanging by a strap Jeanie had this nightclub walk That made grown men feel underage Mary Ella, who had a son, said "I must go", but finally stayed Mmmm... Gloria the last taboo Was shattered by her tongue one night Mimi brought the taboo back And held it up, for the light Marilyn, who knew no shame Was never, ever satisfied Julie came and went so fast She didn't even say goodbye Mmmm... Veronda 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 her 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 love 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 stocking straight Jackie was a rich punk rocker Silver spoon and a paper plate Mmmm... Sarah was a modern dancer Leap pristine transparency Janet wrote bad poetry In a crazy kind of urgency Tonya, Turkish, like a *$#@ Wearing leather biker boots Brenda's strange obsession Was for certain vegetables and fruits Mmmm... Rawena was an artist daughter The deeper image shook her up Didi's mother left her father Took his money and his truck Debby Ray had no such problems Perfect Norman Rockwell home Nina, sixteen, had a baby Left her parents, lived alone Bobby joined a new wave band And changed her name to Bobbysocks Eloiuse who played guitar Sang songs about wells and cops Terry didn't give a @#$? Was just a realist Rah was more my style She wrote songs just like this Jezebel went forty days, drinking nothing but Perrier Dina drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco bay Judy came from Ohio She's a Scientologist Oh my Rhonda, here's a kiss I chose you to end this list 88 lines about 44 women
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