she's a man c 2006 mark cool

she's six-foot-one, with brenda starr red hair

dressed in saturday night black, and it's the middle of the day

she's gotta be patient, 'cuz she's no cover girl by far

as she wanders santa monica boulevard

she doesn't know i can see her out the window

as she touches up her make-up, and checks her clothes

it makes me feel sad to witness her state

but who says she needs my sympathy anyway?

she's a woman of her own creation

she's a creature that defies definition

as she wanders this heartless boulevard

she's a vampire, she's a victim

she's desperate, she's alone,

and she's a man

it seems she'd do better late at night

when the alcohol's sunk in, and there's a kinder light

but i guess there'd be more competiotion in her game

so she wanders through the days

and maybe she'll get lucky, maybe someone else will

but it sure seems like a tough way to earn your daily fill

maybe she feels glamorous, maybe she feels loved

maybe it's all she knows, when push comes to shove

she's a woman...

(repeat chorus)

instrumental

she's six-foot-one with brenda starr red hair

she's standin' at the bus stop with love for sale

she seems so tragic, she seems so frail

but who says she needs my sympathy anyway?

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