Slit Skirts (Live At La Jolla Playhouse, San Diego, USA / 22nd June 2001)

I was just 34 years old

And I was still wandering in a haze

Wondering why everyone I met

Seemed like they were lost in a maze

I don't know why I thought I should have

Some kind of divine right to the blues

It's sympathy not tears people need

When they're the front page sad news

The incense burned away

And the stench began to rise

Lovers now estranged

Avoided catching each other's eyes

Girls who lost their children

Cursed the men who flipped the coin

And men not fit for marriage

Took their refuge in the oil

No one respects the flame

Quite like the fool who's body burned

From all this, you'd imagine

That there must be something learned

Slit skirt

Jeannie never wears no slit skirt

I don't ever wear no ripped shirt

Can't pretend that growing older never hurts

Knee pants

Jeannie never wears those knee pants

We have to be so drunk to try any new dance

So afraid of every new romance

Slit skirt, slit skirt

Jeannie isn't wearing no slit skirt, slit skirt

She wouldn't wear it no slit skirt, slit skirt

Won't be seen dead in no slit skirt

Romance, romance

Why can't we think of new romance?

Why aren't we drinking up true hard romance?

Why can't we think of new romance?

Let me tell you some more about myself

You know, I'm sitting at home right now

The big events of the day are past

And the late TV shows have come around

I'm number one in the home team

And I still feel unfulfilled

A silent voice in her broken heart complaining that I'm unskilled

And I know that when she thinks of me

She thinks of me as him

And unlike me, she can't walk off her frustration at Jim

Recriminations fester

The past can never change

A woman's expectations