Subject: Lyr Add: WHAT WAS I THINKING? (Christine Lavin)
From:
Jim Dixon
Date: 18 Jan 05 - 11:44 PM
Lyrics below copied from Christine Lavin's web site, and edited a bit by me.
WHAT WAS I THINKING IN 1999?
Words and Music by Christine Lavin
Original version copyright 1993 CL2 ASCAP
It was a last minute invitation. I did not have a thing to wear.
I ran into the store. I said, "I need something black, something formal. Other than that, I don't care."
I made it to the theater as the lights dimmed. The first act was brilliantly fun.
When I caught my reflection during intermission, I thought, "What have I done?"
What was I thinking? What, was I blind?
When I bought this outfit, I must have been temporarily out of my mind.
What was I thinking? Look at this dress!
My endorphins are sinking. My life is a mess.
My hairdresser said, "It's time for a new do. You've had that look for way too long."
So he showed me a perm in a magazine and I thought, "Sure, what could go wrong?"
I should have known by the sounds he was making ("Oh boy!") something was going awry.
After two hours, I put on my glasses. I could not believe my eyes.
What was he thinking? I can't believe what I see.
I look in the mirror. Art Garfunkel's looking back at me.
What was he thinking? Quick, steal me a hat!
I should look on the bright side: Unlike Art, at least mine will grow back.
Ahh Ahh Ah Ach tu libre
Ahh Ahh Ah Ah buat a chiena
Ahh Ahh Ah Oh mui bosza
Ahh Ahh Ah Que la sti la la vie amour ahh
(I put that in so people would think I was doing world music.)
She was a sweet little girl named Monica, brought up in Beverly Hills.
She got an unpaid job at the White House in an office not far from Bill's.
It did not bother her one bit he was old enough to be her dad,
'Cause she had plans for that man that included presidential kneepads.
What was she thinking? This is not love.
Not when you are always on your knees and he is always up above.
What was she thinking? Honey, good luck.
You've learned the hard way. Don't politics suck?
[From Christine Lavin, "Getting in Touch with My Inner Bitch," recorded live at the Caffè Lena in Saratoga Springs, NY, on August 20 1999.]
[I found these additional lyrics at http://www.2famouslyrics.com/u/unknown/what-was-i-thinking.html
(Beware of annoying pop-ups on that page.)]
My good friend said, "I know you're gonna love him. I've known him for a long, long time,
And if I were not happily married myself, in a heartbeat I would try to make him mine."
So I figured, I'll take my chances. I mean, really, what harm could it do?
Makes you wonder 'bout your good friends and their motivations when something like this happens to you.
What was she thinking? Who is this guy?
Maybe I will choke on this pork chop and conveniently die.
What was she thinking? Quick, sharpen this knife!
I'm thinking of drinking and I'm thinking of ending my life.
[And the following is from http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Thebes/7782/lyrics1.html]
Oh, it was late. I had insomnia. That TV Stair Stepper started to look good.
So I thought to myself, "Should I buy it?" I heard Bruce Jenner's voice say, "Yes, you should!
And that Snackmaster, and that bald headed man spray, and that Victoria Jackson makeup kit!"
Now I can barely get around my apartment, it is so full of this—stuff.
What was I thinking? Look at this junk!
I can't blame this on drinking. I hardly ever—I'm not—right now—I'm not—drunk.
What was I thinking? When will this end?
What was I thinking? This song has no end.
What was I thinking? This song has no end.
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