Promenade through memory lane
Does one pack sexy underwear?
To dress like a lady in lace and chiffon
When women were nurtured and men were gentle
Remember this, my feminist sister says
Those times we were dames, broads and lays
With less opportunities save baby making
Babe, we’ve come a long way
I think we are half sisters anyway
Yesterday I asked an elderly gentleman
To let me help him carry his purchases
He was struggling with the enormous weight
“How can a lady carry this for me?” he said
I wanted to say…silly man
That would have injured his pride
I could see it in his eyes
Days gone by, when he walked on the outside of the curb
Get a grip and be pragmatic
Don’t forget your books to feed your mind
Instead of the latest celebrity rag
I am…I am! My mother brought toilet paper for me
I laughed and thanked her generosity
What does one carry down memory lane?
I’m packing my deceased husband’s t-shirt
For that trip we never made
Does one pack sexy underwear?
To dress like a lady in lace and chiffon
When women were nurtured and men were gentle
Remember this, my feminist sister says
Those times we were dames, broads and lays
With less opportunities save baby making
Babe, we’ve come a long way
I think we are half sisters anyway
Yesterday I asked an elderly gentleman
To let me help him carry his purchases
He was struggling with the enormous weight
“How can a lady carry this for me?” he said
I wanted to say…silly man
That would have injured his pride
I could see it in his eyes
Days gone by, when he walked on the outside of the curb
Get a grip and be pragmatic
Don’t forget your books to feed your mind
Instead of the latest celebrity rag
I am…I am! My mother brought toilet paper for me
I laughed and thanked her generosity
What does one carry down memory lane?
I’m packing my deceased husband’s t-shirt
For that trip we never made
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