(it's that time of year again ~ gearing to do the Vagina Monologues again!)
TEN TO FIFTEEN VAGINAS, STOOD IN A CURVACEOUS ROW
CRAZY TIME, YOU BETCHA, NO TIME TO BLOW THE SHOW
CHAOS & LOVE KEPT US FLOWIN', IN THE WONDROUS GLOW
HONEY OH DARLIN', EVERY GAL'S PRECIOUS DON'T U KNOW
BUSTIN' OUT OF THE SCENE, WASN'T AN OPTION FOR US GALS
GATHERIN' RAMPANT FERVOR WAS A WAY WE BECAME GOOD PALS
MILKMAIDS FROM VALHALLA, WE'D ALWAYS BRING HOME THE COWS
THE CROWD WOoD BE CLAPPIN', IN TIME WE'D TAKE OUR BOWS
REVAMPIN' THE STAGNANT AIR, WAS OUR AGENDA THAT VERY NIGHT
AS THE HOURS TUMBLED FORWARD, WE ALL HUNG ON, SO TIGHT
OUR POWDER BOXED RUBIES, CHATTED WITH EACH & EVERY BITE
OUR SOULS DRIFTED UPWARD, LIKE a MOON IN THE RESTLESS NITE
WOMEN TALKING WOMEN WAS THE ONLY ROAD WE TOOK
LEMONY LUSTY LASHES, WASHED AWAY THE TEARY BROOK
AT LAST THE END CAME CLOSER, AS OUR BODIES QUAKED & SHOOK
TO BEGIN AGAIN WAS CRUCIAL, LET'S ALL TAKE JUST 1 MORE LOOK
C2010 LLR 330 627A
