What's a Girl to Do?

My life is in a turmoil,
My thighs are black and blue
My sheets are stained, so is my brain
What's a girl to do?
Oh what's a girl to do?

I passed out with a novel
Or needle in my hand
I passed out with a rag doll,
And I passed out with a man

I say my three hail Mary's,
I dearly paint my face
My friends decay around me
And I view them with distaste

My life is in a turmoil,
My thighs are black and blue
My sheets are stained, so is my brain
What's a girl to do?
Oh what's a girl to do?

Well some girls have a mission,
And some girls have their work.
Some marry with precision;
And some just dish the dirt!

And once I had a lover,
and I once had a profession,
And once I laughed at nothing
And they called it a depression!

I've tried dancing up and down
The wrong side of the track
And I've walked on the right side,
Or just lain here on my back.

I think I'll quit while I'm behind,
Now that I'm twenty-two.
My sheets are stained so is my brain,
What's a girl a do?
Oh what's a girl to do?

My sheets are stained so is my brain,
What's a girl a do?
Oh what's a girl to do?