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Thread #21422   Message #3155513
Posted By: RunrigFan
17-May-11 - 01:57 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: I Spent My Last $10.00 (on Birth Control)
Subject: Lyr Add: I SPENT MY LAST $10.00 (Gretchen Phillips
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I SPENT MY LAST $10.00 (ON BIRTH CONTROL AND BEER)
(Gretchen Phillips)

1. When I was a young girl, like normal girls do,
I looked to a woman's love to help get me through.
I never needed any more than a feminine touch.
I hated the thought of kissing a man; it really was too much.
I did not drink; I did not smoke; I did not say "God damn."
I was polite; I was sensitive, before I loved a man.
My family, they were proud of me, were proud of what I am,
But then along came Lester and my tale of woe began.

CHORUS: I spent my last ten dollars on birth control and beer.
My life was so much simpler when I was sober and queer,
But the love of a strong hairy man has turned my head, I fear,
And made me spend my last ten bucks on birth control and beer.

2. It was June 1983 when Mary Lou and I did part.
She said she loved another dyke; my God, it broke my heart!
I was bitter and disillusioned to lose another girlfriend.
Lester came to work at Papa's store and decided to ease on in.
Before my last heartbreak, nothing made me more sick
Than a hairy-chested, cheap-double-breasted-suited man with a hard dick.
I guess that I was curious; I guess that I was young.
I guess it was that rum and coke; I guess that I was dumb. CHORUS

3. For of course, for a woman to love a man, she must also love to booze.
If a woman don't drink beside her man, then she will surely lose him.
As I sit in this hetero honky-tonk and reflect upon my past,
I think about those old girlfriends and why they didn't last.
For there's certain thrills that lesbian love simply cannot supply,
Like paying for abortions from a sperm gone awry,
And so I say to you, my friends, without this man, I'd die.
So listen to my tale of woe and hang your head and cry. CHORUS