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Rob and I were down the pub, drinking Guinness. There was a woman in there with a face like a fox. The whiteness of it, along with the red hair, only strengthened the impression. She shot out
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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