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They Might Be Giants Miscellaneous 88 Lines About 44 Women Deborah was a Catholic girl She held out till the bitter end Carla was a different type She's the one who put it in Mary was a black girl And I was afraid of a girl like that Susan painted pictures sitting down Like a Buddhist sat Reno was an aimless girl With geographic memory Cathy was a Jesus freak She liked that kind of misery Vicky had a special way of Turning sex into a song Camela, who couldn't sing, Kept the beat and kept it strong Zillah was an archetype The voodoo queen, the queen of wrath Joan thought men were second best to Masturbating in the bath Sheri was a feminist She really had that gift of gab Kathleen's point of view was this: Take whatever you can grab Seattle was another girl who Left her mark upon the map Karen liked to tie me up And left me hanging by a strap Jeanie had this nightclub walk That made grown men feel underage Maryella, who had a son, Said "I must go," but finally stayed Gloria, the last taboo, Was shattered by her tongue one night Mimi brought the taboo back And held it up before the light Marilyn, who knew no shame, Was never, ever satisfied Julie came and went so fast She never even said goodbye Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice Lived on brown rice and coccaine Pattie had a house in Houston Shot cough syrup in her veins Linda thought her life was empty Filled it up with alcohol Catherine was much too pretty She didn't do that shit at all Uh-uh, not Catherine Pauline thought that love was simple Turn it on, and turn it off Jean Marie was complicated Like some French film-maker's plot Deenah was the perfect lady Always kept her stockings straight Jackie was a righ punk rocker Silver spoon and a paper plate Sarah was a modern dancer Lean, pristine transparency Janet wrote bad poetry In a crazy kind of urgency Tanya Turkish like to fuck while Wearing leather biker boots Brenda's strange obsession was for Certain vegetables and fruits Rowena was an artist's daughter The deeper image shook her up Deedee's mother left her father Took his money and his truck Debbie Ray had no such problems Perfect Norman Rockwell home Nina's sixteen, had a baby, Left her parents, lived alone Bobbie joined a New Wave band and Changed her name to Bobby Sox Eloise, who played guitar, Sang songs about whales and cops Cherry, who didn't give a shit, Was just a realist But Ronnie was much more my style She wrote songs just like this Jezebel went forty days Drinking nothing but Perrier Dinah drove her Chevrolet Into the San Francisco Bay Judy came from ohio She's a Scientologist Amaranda, here's a kiss I chose to end this list Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women |
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