"Timid women don't make six-digit-figures,"
Said the loose purler unto the tight knitter,
"And you can be a weak broad in the meat-market
And they'll spit out a heart with nothin hidden in it
I fired men twice my size
They cowered at the power of my menses
I've been estranged from my mom so long
She thought of me as just a list of expenses
Shit, look at me, i dropped a stitch around the armpit:
When you bitch you put a crack in your defenses"
"I left my job after the mafia got involved
I found the deals ran so deep
They piped up sap into the tree of deceit
And I insisted that the contracts were resisted
But a man was enlisted to force me into this decision
To move back to the heartland
Take care of my mother and i signed up for this class
And my daughter-in-law's a pain in the ass:
She cringes at my crassness, she curls up her eyelashes,
She's all lace and satin sashes, and she's gonna get her ass kicked"
"So my little doe-eyed-dears, before you get your bottled-beers,
I'm gonna give it to you clear
Not molly-cottle you anymore
When they say they're granting
Everything that you are asking
And it's just a game you're playing,
This is what they're really saying
'O daughter O daughter,
We'll dress you up for the slaughter
There's eyes like axe-heads
And you're the fire's fodder'
"So timid women don't fidget
You'll never get that sixth digit
Timid women don't fidget"
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