Dean Friedman - Shopping Bag Ladies Lyrics
By dean friedmanThe shopping bag ladies, they live in the terminal waiting room,Patiently whiling their hours away,Desperately keeping their demons at bay,Making up lies about times that were good.Extolling the virtues of motherhood,Staunchly defending their sanityClutching one last shred of vanityFixing a kerchief she wears on her headCovered in posies and lilacs in blues and in redsDont pity me, dont pity me,You beautiful bastard boy,Ill be just how I am.Ill be just how I am.The shopping bag ladies, its not that well known but theyre really in vogue.The latest in fashions their tastes are so true,Sweat sox and sneakers, a sweater or twoAnd safely behind the walls they have made,Secure in their brown paper barricadesWorldly possessions theyll not have to loseLightweight emotional refuse.They rant and they rave, theyre mad and theyre crazy.And thats how they stay free.Dont pity me, dont pity me,You beautiful bastard boy,Ill be just how I am.Ill be just how I am.The shopping bag ladies, its hard to believe, but once they were children
