Real Women Sweat
My goodness but its hot
I'm wringing wet.
"Women perspire," he said,
"only men sweat."
Well, guess again buddy
maybe la-de-dah ladies perspire,
but Real Women sweat
and right now I'm on fire.
In high school my mother
would take me to the beauty parlor
to get me a fancy dance doo
and then later I'd hollar
Because after a dance or two,
my hair would be dripping wet.
I was so embarrassed
all covered with sweat.
Air conditioning is just too cold
and it smells funny,
so I sit in front of a fan
when it gets too sunny.
But running out for chores
in 90-degree heat
is no fun at all
I just come home beat.
So you'all have a good summer ...
and I still say it yet ...
that ladies may perspire,
but Real Women sweat.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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