Well Behaved Women
They say pink is the softest color
It's the flag waving high for the feminine
And we're just curls, best kept in a bubble
And only our nails should be allowed to shine
Well we ain't no window dressing
We're not here to make you look good
This our confession
Most times we're up to no good
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
They say it's polite not to open our mouth
For loose lips is the devil at work
They say it's polite to smile and nod
And it's better to be seen and not heard
Well we ain't your little miss perfect
We ain't here for your show and tell
It's beyond time to respect us
So get ready for our rebel yell
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
You can sit there chest out and sure
Cause' God knows you're the king of your domain
You remind us who came first
Well I guess some things never change
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
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Well Behaved Women
They say pink is the softest color
It's the flag waving high for the feminine
And we're just curls, best kept in a bubble
And only our nails should be allowed to shine
Well we ain't no window dressing
We're not here to make you look good
This our confession
Most times we're up to no good
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
They say it's polite not to open our mouth
For loose lips is the devil at work
They say it's polite to smile and nod
And it's better to be seen and not heard
Well we ain't your little miss perfect
We ain't here for your show and tell
It's beyond time to respect us
So get ready for our rebel yell
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
You can sit there chest out and sure
Cause' God knows you're the king of your domain
You remind us who came first
Well I guess some things never change
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
They say pink is the softest color
It's the flag waving high for the feminine
And we're just curls, best kept in a bubble
And only our nails should be allowed to shine
Well we ain't no window dressing
We're not here to make you look good
This our confession
Most times we're up to no good
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
They say it's polite not to open our mouth
For loose lips is the devil at work
They say it's polite to smile and nod
And it's better to be seen and not heard
Well we ain't your little miss perfect
We ain't here for your show and tell
It's beyond time to respect us
So get ready for our rebel yell
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
You can sit there chest out and sure
Cause' God knows you're the king of your domain
You remind us who came first
Well I guess some things never change
Cause' well behaved women
Seldom make history
And we never will
If we're under your thumb
We're not on this earth
For you to solve our mystery
We are divine, and we are done
These hell raising women
Will make your little heart run
Writer: Philip Spillman
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