Waiting

A woman waits for marriage A woman waits for children She waits for her big Mal to come back home At five o'clock, or six o'clock 'Til it's nine o'clock, and there's no o'clock to ease the pain Pain she can't explain As the woman waits in the dark for a spark that once was there, but isn't there Not ever there! Alone and waiting and wailing Whining and waiting, wanting and wasting, and whoa Waiting, fixating, debating, lose weighting, ice skating, lactating, and so We wait to laugh, oh We wait to cry We wait for every hopeful breath Waiting for a lousy, rotting, vicious, rancid, flushed out fetid frenzied fatal death! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa) (Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa)