Hormone High


I'm just a middle-aged woman
on a hormone high
Scopin' out all you
material guys.
The ones that got money
And the ones that got class...
The ones with the abs
And the tiny heiney ass.

I'm just a middle-aged woman
on a hormone high
You've seen me around,
Now don't you lie
With my tight little mini
and my lipstick case...
The "All Right, Who's Next?"
Written on my face.

Oh I'm just a middle-aged woman
on a hormone high,
And I'll tickle your fancy
Or other things if you like.
Try a little harder
You think I don't see you sweat?
And I haven't even started
To start imagining yet.

I'll build you up
Just to let you down.
I'll taunt your senses
Til they can't be found.
C'mon baby,
Wanna go for a ride
With a middle-aged woman
on a hormone high?

Joy Owen



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