| Description | Woman |
|---|
| A Catholic girl, she held out to the bitter end | |
| A different type, she's the one who put it in | |
| A black girl, I was afraid of a girl like that | |
| Painted pictures sitting down like a Buddhist sat | |
| A nameless girl, a geographic memory | |
| A Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery | |
| Had this special way of turning sex into a song | |
| Couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong | |
| An archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath | |
| Thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath | |
| A feminist, she really had that gift of gab | |
| Her point of view was this: 'Take whatever you can grab' | |
| Another girl who left her mark upon the map | |
| Liked to tie me up and leave me hanging by a strap | |
| Had this nightclub walk that made grown men feel underage | |
| Had a son, said I must go, but finally stayed | |
| The last taboo, was shattered by her tongue one night | |
| Brought the taboo back and held up against the light | |
| Knew no shame, was never ever satisfied | |
| Came and went so fast she didn't even say goodbye | |
| Had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine | |
| Had a house in Houston, shot cough syrup in her veins | |
| | Description | Woman |
|---|
| Thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol | |
| Much too pretty, she didn't do that **** at all | |
| Thought that love was simple: turn it on and turn it off | |
| Complicated, like some French filmmaker's plot | |
| The perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight | |
| A rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate | |
| A modern dancer, lean pristine transparency | |
| Wrote bad poetry in a crazy kind of urgency | |
| Turkish, liked to **** while wearing leather biker boots | |
| Had a strange obsession for certain vegetables and fruits | |
| An artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up | |
| Her mother left her father, took his money and his truck | |
| Had no problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home | |
| Sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone | |
| Joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie Sox | |
| Played guitar, sang songs about whales and cops | |
| Didn't give a ****, was just a Nihilist | |
| Much more my style, she wrote songs just like this | |
| Went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier | |
| Drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay | |
| Came from Ohio, she's a Scientologist | |
| Here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list | |
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