Trashy Women (knockin' on your window)

[SWITZ]

As it was your idea that this should be made into a song Lizzy. It seems only fitting you perform it first. I picture it done in a smokey Caberet and you should be dressed accordingly
You can't hear the music I wrote but its typical caberet sleeze


Trashy Women (knockin' on your window)


Its a split decision to ring my phone
or just go on home cause you know they'll be lovin' and kissin'
a warm touch but sometimes its all too much
I'm waiting all alone
my voice sounds so weak wihout a microphone
I can sing, I can dance but to you it makes no sense
you sit on the middle of a fence and say Whoops..I gotta go
and I know Trashy women are knockin' on your window

When I wake up in the middle of the night
wake up with a terrible fright
thats when I feel the bed bugs bite
and darkness grows cause I know
that trashy women are knockin' on your window

Champaine screams! and caviar bitches!
platinium hair and long nail witches
With fishnet you get all your main dishes

My heart echo's around the room
my love dances a lonely swoon
and sometimes its all too much
I'm waiting all alone
my voice sounds so weak without a microphone
I can sing, I can dance but I've got no chance
when out of the corner of your eye you see
Trashy women knockin' on your window.




Craig

[lizzytysh]

Now, wait a minute ~ I want to see the original. I was thinking this was from the perspective of the man, not the woman. I need to reread this, when I have more time at work. It seems to switch back and forth. I recall the original as being the musings of a man ~ not for any woman [much less me ] to sing. I'll get back with you, Craig.

Don't book me for any performances. I don't do cabaret sleeze . I'm looking for a career change, but that won't really meet my needs .

~ Lizzy Go Lightly

[SWITZ]

...Lizzy.. the bright lights are bright..
It was written for a woman to sing...

[lizzytysh]

For some reason [who knows why], I got the sense that the singer [you] was lamenting that he was always drawn to those trashy ones, which kept sabotaging his chances for a decent, lasting relationship.

Geez ~ I couldn't sing that song . If that's what he wanted, to live in a house that is haunted, by the ghosts of trashy glee ~ then, I'd just have to say, "Go on, darling ~ enjoy ~ maybe next lifetime, for you and me ."

~ Lizzy