LAST OF THE GOOD STRAIGHT GIRLS
From: Last of the Good Straight Girls (1995)
Copyright ©
Susan Werner
She is waiting in the rain
She is taking a commuter train
She is wearing a beret
Always wanted just to look that way
She appreciates the thought
As you help her with the bag she brought
She extends a little smile
As she looks at you across the aisle
But gone the days of the corduroy jumpers
And your very first string of pearls
Say a prayer for the souls of the fallen
And the last of the good straight girls
She is riding on the bus
And she winces when the people cuss
She is reading from a book
That she needed for a class she took
She puts a marker in the spine
As we're crossing over city line
As she steps down on the street
There's a man she never planned to meet
Hey gone the days of the corduroy jumpers
And your very first string of pearls
Say a prayer for the souls of the fallen
And the last of the good straight girls
And you say oh, oh, oh, oh, where did the gentle women go
And you say where oh where is the town I used to know
And you say why, oh why is it slipping out of sight
Is there something in the night
Is there something out there happening in the night
Yeah
She bought a second-hand Ford
Doesn't bother with the bus no more
She rolls the windows up tight
When she's waiting at the traffic light
Through the bulletproof glass
She buys a paper and a tank of gas
Does she seem a little scared
Well she's always gotta be prepared
Hey gone the days of the corduroy jumpers
And your very first string of pearls
It's keys in hand and a gun in the pocket
Of the last of the good straight girls
Say goodbye to your Eisenhower-shiny world
Say a prayer for the souls of the fallen
And the last of the good straight girls