Flat brown hair and chapstick lips
Jazz hands and arthritic hips
Whiny voices in the night
She's a kugel maker in fluorescent light
Woo hoo kvetchy woman
Hear how loud she sighs
Woo hoo kvetchy woman
She got the pain in her thighs
She held me hostage in the night
Proving that her head's not right
Pounding migraine in the darkened room
And she drove me to sheer madness
With her Boomer gloom
Woo hoo kvetchy woman
Hear how loud she sighs
Woo hoo kvetchy woman
She got the pain in her thighs
(apologies to The Eagles, I couldn't help myself)
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