88 Lines about 44 Women

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out to 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 the Buddha sat
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Reno was a nameless girl, a geographic memory
 Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery
 Vicki had this special way of turning sex into a song
 Kamala who couldn't sing kept the beat and kept it strong
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
 Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath
 Sherri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab
 Kathleen's point of view was this, "Take whatever you can grab"
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map
 Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap
 Jeannie had this nightclub walk that made grown men feel underage
 Mariella who had a son said "I must go but finally stayed"
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 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 didn't even say good-by
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice
 Lived on brown rice and cocaine
 Patty had a house in Houston, shot cough syrup in her veins
 Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol
 Katherine was much too pretty she didn't do that shit at all
 (Hmm-mm-mm-mm) uh-uh, not Katherine
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Pauline thought that love was simple, turn it on and turn it off
 Jean-Marie was complicated like some French film-maker's plot
 Gina was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight
 Jackie was a rich punk-rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Hmm-mm-mm-mm
 Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency
 Janet wrote bad poetry in a crazy kind of urgency
 Tanya Turkish liked to fuck while wearing leather biker boots
 Brenda's strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit
 Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up
 Dee Dee's mother left her father, took his money and his truck
 Debbie Rae had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home
 Nina, 16, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone
 Bobbi joined a New Wave band, changed her name to Bobbi Sox
 Eloise, who played guitar, sang songs about whales and cops
 Terri didn't give a shit was just a nihilist
 Ronnie was much more my style 'cause 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
 Amaranta, here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list
 88 Lines about 44 Women