(Thanks to Gene Pitney - "Town Without Pity)
When you're young and really dumb as me
And bewildered by the world I see
Why do people hate me so
Only Viet Vets would know
What a clown without pity can do
If we stop to shoot up at a plane
People talk about Hanoi Jane
Mine was not an easy age
I was a princess in a a cage
What a clown without pity can do
I had some problems Many problems
I had a commie sympathy heart
Why didn't they help me, try to help me
Before my stupid assed career fell apart
Take these eager thighs and hold me fast
My menopause just came too fast
How can I keep love alive
How can my marriage survive
When Ted is getting nooners at two
What a clown without pity can do
Pity may well be right.
And I prefer her forgiven and right with God--if such is real, for her, could be real for her.
But a big part of me thinks she'd look better in tar and feathers than in pity.