Doubting Woman

I was supposed to tell you about the point of departure
With the aim of a drunken archer I will probably stray
But you can see in her bold eyebrow
You can see in that fancy cup
That even her freakish nipples are akimbo
No doubt she is a doubting woman
No doubt she is a doubting woman
There’s a little matter of the bathing beauty
She’s such a little cutie but she’s shy
She has a special sponge that is optional
To hide her painterly nipples from our eye
No doubt they are, doubting women
No doubt they are, doubting women
I was supposed to tell you about the case of a cult
It’s called the cult of inspiration and it is rewarding
You can be filled with the tingle of euphoria
Of total animation and of wonder
No doubt we love the doubting woman
No doubt we love the doubting woman
The doubting woman …