She was once a feminist
Sharp and deadly was her kiss
Soft unpainted lips would part
Revealing fangs to pierce your heart
Long ago her bra was burned
Because her young love had been spurned
Had no further use for men
So turned to politics and zen
Oh oh oh Miss Liberated
Men and love were unrelated
Angry from loves ups and downs
You looked on all men with a frown
Followed her head, not her heart
From flirtier friends she kept apart
Got a PHD in philosophy
Spoke with friends who’d all agree
Never would she shave her legs
No insult to her sex
Makeup never touched her face
Yet still she hid her feminine grace
Oh oh oh Miss Liberated
Your beauty you understated
Jumpers hid your lovely curves
To hide your lovely shape from Pervs
Whiskey cleared the situation
Saw the point of flirtation
With painted lips and mini skirt
Down the disco did it work
Now she’s happy and so meek In Camden Town wed to a Greek
Oh oh oh Miss Liberated
Your feminism was soon sated
Smiling as you cook his meal You now know how satisfaction feels
Now we have the conclusion
Of a girl and her confusion
Please don’t follow her example
She really was too simple
Lacking any dedication
Couldn’t face the situation
Following her extremes
Got the man of her dreams
Oh oh oh Miss Liberated
See how you are situated
Watch out you don’t burn his lunch
You’ll find he’s got a nasty punch
Foolish Girl
