88 Lines About 44 Women - They Might Be Giants



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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