What's a Girl to Do

My life is in a turmoil, My thighs are black and blue My sheets are stained, so is my brain What's a girl to do? Oh what's a girl to do? I passed out with a novel Or needle in my hand I passed out with a rag doll, And I passed out with a man I say my three hail Mary's, I dearly paint my face My friends decay around me And I view them with distaste My life is in a turmoil, My thighs are black and blue My sheets are stained, so is my brain What's a girl to do? Oh what's a girl to do? Well some girls have a mission, And some girls have their work. Some marry with precision; And some just dish the dirt! And once I had a lover, And I once had a profession, And once I laughed at nothing And they called it a depression! I've tried dancing up and down The wrong side of the track And I've walked on the right side, Or just lain here on my back. I think I'll quit while I'm behind, Now that I'm twenty-two. My sheets are stained so is my brain, What's a girl a do? Oh what's a girl to do? My sheets are stained so is my brain, What's a girl a do? Oh what's a girl to do?