The Nails Lyrics
"88 Lines About 44 Women"

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out 'til the bitter end
Carla was a different type, she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that
Suzen painted pictures sitting down like a Buddha sat

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Reno was a nameless girl, a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had this special way of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong

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Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath
Sherry was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this, take whatever you can grab

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Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had this nightclub walk that made grown men feel underage
Mariella, who had a son, said "I must go", but finally stayed

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Gloria, the last taboo, was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say goodbye

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Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston, shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty, she didn't do that shit at all

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Pauline thought that love was simple, turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated like some French filmmaker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate

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Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit

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Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee's mother left her father, took his money and his truck
Debbie Rae had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar, sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn't give a shit, was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style 'cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio, she's a Scientologist
Amaranta, here's a kiss, I chose you to end this list

Eighty-eight lines about forty-four women