Shopping Bag Ladies Lyrics - Dean Friedman

By dean friedman 

The shopping bag ladies, they live in the terminal waiting room, 

Patiently whiling their hours away, 

Desperately keeping their demons at bay, 

Making up lies about times that were good. 

Extolling the virtues of motherhood, 

Staunchly defending their sanity 

Clutching one last shred of vanity 

Fixing a kerchief she wears on her head 

Covered in posies and lilacs in blues and in reds 

Don't pity me, don't pity me, 

You beautiful bastard boy, 

I'll be just how I am. 

I'll be just how I am. 

The shopping bag ladies, it's not that well known but they're really in vogue. 

The latest in fashions their tastes are so true, 

Sweat sox and sneakers, a sweater or two 

And safely behind the walls they have made, 

Secure in their brown paper barricades 

Worldly possessions they'll not have to lose 

Lightweight emotional refuse. 

They rant and they rave, they're mad and they're crazy. 

And that's how they stay free. 

Don't pity me, don't pity me, 

You beautiful bastard boy, 

I'll be just how I am. 

I'll be just how I am. 

The shopping bag ladies, it's hard to believe, but once they were children