Thursday, September 23, 2010

She's Tired of Lovin' Her Man

In response to Jean Kaufman @ Right Network. Yes, She's tired. We're all tired. We have a concussion, from the daily assaults on our minds and souls by this administration. And when you have a concussion, you have to be ever more alert, otherwise you will sink into a stupor and just drift off into a happy but terminal little coma. Must. Stay. Awake....Aaaaaaaah, but The feeling is gone. We're tired. Tired of being in love.

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Here are the lyrics, in case you want to internalize her memo:



Here I stand, the goddess of Desire
Set men on fire
I have this power
Morning noon and night it's drink and dancing
Some quick romancing
And then a shower
Stage door johnnies constantly surround me
They always hound me
With one request
Who can satisfy their lustful habits
I'm not a rabbit
I need some rest

I'm tired
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let's face it
I'm tired

I've been with thousands of men
Again and again
They promise the moon
They always coming and going
And going and coming
And always too soon
Right girls?

I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired
God dammit I'm exhausted

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired

[Soldiers:]
She's tired (She's tired)
Sick and tired of love (Give her a break)
She's had her fill of love (She's not a snake)
From below and above (Can't you see she's sick)
Tired (She's bushed)
Tired of being admired (Let her alone)
Tired of love uninspired (Get off the phone)
She's tired (Don't you know she's pooped)

I've been with thousands of men
Again and again
They sing the same tune
They start with Byron and Shelly
And jump on your belly
And bust your balloon
Oy!

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a freakin' shame
I'm so...
Let's face it everything below the waist is kapput!

[Soldiers:]
Tired! 

Yes....we're just, so very, very tired, too, Lily.

2 comments:

  1. Exhaustion is a temporary malady. Liberals need to feel despair, outrage, disgust, pain and depression. Then maybe, but maybe, I might feel sorry for them. But, feeling sorry for Liberals is a complete waste of emotions.

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  2. Agreed, C. My pity gland is all out of empathy. 'Fraid all I got now is a weary kind of mockery at their sad and pathetic plight.

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