I slink by
Catching not an eye
Though I scream sex

So what is next?
Do I need to strip?
Bite my lip
And twirl my hair
Hell no - to me - a dumb blonde does not compare

But here I stand 36, 24, 36
A hard man’s fix
Yet no takers

Sign the papers
They must be dead

My mama often said
“Georgia, one day your beauty gon’ be gone
Then what yo gon’ do when no one’s singing yo’ song?
You need’s ta stop behaving like ya crazy
And start act’n like some kinda lady”

I say “mama you don’t know no better
Don’t hate me cause I’m a go getter
And I’m go get what I want
Even if it’s my looks & body that I gotta flaunt”

But that was then
And now I can barely depend
On a beauty that is fading fast
Mama said that it would not last
But to her word I did not heed

Now I’m a dying weed
Dressing myself as a flower
Hoping not to sour
Before I can milk another man

I’ve come up with a plan
To make the next one marry me
I’m tired of living in sin
This time I’ve gotta win
Cause I’m running out of time
Been past my prime

Somehow I can’t seem to be kept
Just continue to be swept
Right out the door
It’s not like before
When it did not matter
Now even my ass is getting fatter

My last guy told me to dress my age
Stop putting my body on parade
Squeezing into tiny skirts
Stuffing myself into tight fitting shirts

So again - here I stand 36, 24, 36
A hard man’s fix
Yet no takers

Sign the papers
I must be dead
Cause no one is trying to take me to bed