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Slit Skirts

I was just thirty-four years old

And I was still wandering in a haze

I was wondering why everyone I met

Seemed like they were lost in a mazeI don't know why I thought I should have

Some kind of divine right to the blues

It's sympathy not tears people need

When they're the front page sad newsThe incense burned away

And the stench began to rise

Lovers now estranged

Avoided catching each others' eyesAnd girls who lost their children

Cursed the men who fit the coil

And men not fit for marriage

Took their refuge in the oilNo one respects the flame

Quite like the fool who's badly burned

From all this you'd imagine

That there must be something learnedSlit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts

I don't ever wear no ripped shirts

Can't pretend that growing older never hurtsKnee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants

Have to be so drunk to try a new dance

So afraid of every new romanceSlit skirts, slit skirts

Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirts

She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirts

Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirtsRomance, romance, why aren't we thinking up romance?

Why can't we drink it up true heart romance

Just need a brief new romanceLet me tell you some more about myself

You know I'm sitting at home, just now

The big events of the day are passed

And the late TV shows have come aroundI'm number one in the home team

But I still feel unfulfilled

A silent voice in her broken heart

Complaining that I'm unskilledAnd I know that when she thinks of me

She thinks of me as him

But unlike me, she don't work off her frustration in the gymRecriminations fester

And the past can never change

A woman's expectations

Run from both ends of the rangeOnce she walked with

Untamed lovers' faced between her legs

Now he's cooled and stifled

And it's she who has to begSlit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts

And I don't ever wear no ripped shirts

Can't pretend that growing older never hurtsKnee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants

We have to be so drunk to try a new dance

So afraid of every new romanceSlit skirts, slit skirts

Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirts

She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirts

Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirtsSlit skirts, slit skirt

Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirts

She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirts

Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirtsRomance, romance, why aren't we thinking up romance?

Why can't we drink it up true heart romance

Just need a brief new romance

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