Sad Old Woman - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Are you feeling bitter? Soaring right through middle age

Stuck in a loop in the same routine, barely living on a minimum wage

All your friends have paired up, chipping at their mortgages

While you make polite amends aside the cockroaches

Wah, wah, wah

Sad old woman, nothing better to do

Than take it out on the men who are more well off than you

Another sad old woman, nothing better to do

Than take it out on the men who are more well off than you

Now what does it mean to grow up gracefully?

When your worth is measured by how young you're perceived

Another day of buying hope in the form of a cream

Coat yourself in desperation and then sell it to me

Ha, ha, ha

Sad old woman, nothing better to do

Than take it out on the men who are more well off than you

Another sad old woman, nothing better to do

Than take it out on the men who are more well off than you

Oh, oh, how do I become such a sad old woman?

Playing in a band with my friends, it don't make any sense

Oh, please don't let this happen to you, oh no

Sad old woman, nothing better to do

Than take it out on the men who are more well off than you

Another sad old woman, nothing better to do

Than take it out on the men who are more well off than you

I no longer lose myself in fantasy

Because the sad old woman is the woman in me

It's no made up story, it's no analogy

Because the sad old woman is the woman in me