Well, lets see. There's been waaaaaayyyyyy........too many:

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type, she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl, I was afraid of a girl like that
Susan painted pictures, sitting down like the Buddha sat

Reno was a nameless girl, a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had this special way, of turning sex into a song
Camella, who couldn't sing, kept the beat and kept it strong

Xylla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap
Joan thought men were second best, to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this, take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl, who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up, and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk, that made grown men feel underage
Marilyn, who had a son, said I must go, but finally stayed

Gloria, the last taboo, was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back, and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast, she didn't even say goodbye

Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston, shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty, she didn't do that shit at all

Pauline thought that love was simple, turn it on and turn it off
Jeanne-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady, always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate

Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya, Turkish liked to fuck, while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession, was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up
Didi's mother left her father, took his money and his truck
Debbie Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a New Wave band, changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar, sang songs about whales and cops
Teri didn't give a shit, was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style, cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days, drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet, in the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio, she's a Scientologist
Amaranta, here's a kiss: I chose you to end this list.

(88 lines about 44 Women - no, these aren't mine.  it's a well written Nails song.)

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