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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