Writes About Girls

She's got a silver pen and it bends toward dedications She's got a predisposition for envy and infatuation She burned all her underwire bras at the demonstration She's one long lady-like and level-headed exhalation And if you ask her to, she will comfort you But I'm warning you, she's an outlaw too And she writes about girls and she cries tears of pearls In the dance hall, she twirls and she sighs Like a woman, she does, just like a woman, she is On her head's a sacred crown of dandelion Her hair is long and her legs are free and flying When she blinks too hard, it's plain to see she's lying And if her coffee's just a spoonful of fear You can cry to her till her shoulder's wet But she'll bum your final cigarette Throws her darts with precision, she'll out-jest a magician She sees stars in the kitchen, but she starves Like a woman, she does, just like a woman, she is The earth stops spinning when she slams her walking stick And she can't help laughing at talk of politics Up her sleeves, she's got an arsenal of tricks And in her fingertips, she's even got a few good licks She's got the cure for your lonely lovesick bliss But there's silver spurs on the backs of her cowboy boots She defies abbreviation, she commands adoration Writes in the sand her legislation, and she signs Like a woman, she does, just like a woman, she is Something of a woman, uh-huh she's nobody's woman.