It was the summer of 1983 and eight-year-old Danny Brown was having a terrible time. A shy and serious only child, he had recently been forced to move with his parents and, as far as he was
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To be a good woman seems a noble thing
A woman like the Bible ones
That we were told in unairconditioned Sunday Schools
Every good parable young girls were told
While putting on skirts
To kiss up boys' scrapes
And clean up boys' messes
I don't know how to fix
But
Perhaps I will be like other good women
Who wash off lipstick stains from mens' crisp white collars
A woman like the Bible ones
That we were told in unairconditioned Sunday Schools
Every good parable young girls were told
While putting on skirts
To kiss up boys' scrapes
And clean up boys' messes
I don't know how to fix
But
Perhaps I will be like other good women
Who wash off lipstick stains from mens' crisp white collars