Wenches and Bitches

She’s a girl that wasn’t a scout
It just didn’t work out
She always loved the punkiest beat
There never was a doubt
I think it’s fair for me to say
She likes it wicked loud
And hard and fast and straight to the point
Sometimes she gets worn out
Women delivering rhythm from our souls
Some people say that we’re wenches, we’re bitches
Livin' the life, even though we’re kind of old
It might be true that we’re wenches, we’re bitches
She loves the queers, she’ll have a cold beer
And stay here 'til last call
She loves to love and hates to hate
Thinks marriage is for all
She beat the boys and loved the game
Of little league baseball
Her man he loves her all the same
He’s handsome and he’s tall
Might disagree if you defend
The honor of the game
Our words are more that beautiful sounds
They represent our name
For those who cross the chances are
We’ll love you all the same
We are wiley, wenchy, bitchy
Madonna whorish dames (ha)