Above The Crack, A Mantle
Anne Murray-style Ballad, middle-aged female vocalsLyrics
Look at the way I sew this doll;
It looks dirty, and homeless, and unloved by all.
That's the way every doll should be -
Unshowered and unhappy.
Look at the way I cook these germs;
Just like they were oysters with Jehri-Curl perms.
That's how the hair of germs should be -
Dripping, and extra-curly.
Now, how did I grow up and get big boobies?
I thought I'd just get a full bush, and hang out with the floozeys.
But here I am, me and my sandbags with salamis.
I ain't no centerfold, no, I'm just one of the mommies.
Look at the way I applaud this child;
He just pretended to play soccer, and we all went wild.
That's the sport every child should play -
We'll get drunk, and scream, "HOO-RAY!".
Look at how I cry at my own reflection;
It's been decades since I've given my husband an election.
That's what a young wife could do -
Now I just scream in the mirror, "I HATE YOU!!"
Now, how did I grow up and get big boobies?
I thought I'd just get a full bush, and hang out with the floozeys.
But here I am, me and my sandbags with salamis.
I ain't no centerfold, no, I'm just one of the mommies.