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Misery - Jennifer Ray

Misery - Jennifer Ray - Lyrics: Heart racing and body sweaty Barely blinking, shole not sleeping Husband sleeping like a baby While your skin burning and creeping This why women over fifty be drinking Aint no misery like the kind in your fifties Brain fog, no memory, and too much thinking Panic attacks, rage, and a lot of self-pity Ain’t no misery like a woman over fifty From the mustaches to random hairs Going blind, confused, mind drifting Seeing things, and fundamentally impaired Crying over everything and about nothing A lot of women over fifty sitting in jail And I have to admit to understanding That’s why my savings is for bail. The same size dress I wore on Tuesday Ripped the zip and doesn’t fit today I’m looking in the mirror saying ain’t no way So im supposed to carry on and be okay? Ain’t no misery like a woman over fifty From the mustaches to random hairs Going blind, confused, mind drifting Seeing things, and fundamentally impaired When the one I love opens his mouth I just want to screech and make him leave I’m much too Christian to curse him out But I make my point, you best believe He pushing the thermostat to eighty I’m bout to pass out on top of can’t sleep Have you watched the news here lately If this keeps up you’ll see him and me Ain’t no misery like a woman over fifty From the mustaches to random hairs Going blind, confused, mind drifting Seeing things, and fundamentally impaired Doctors keep giving strong narcotics Then he tries to take them away And he said don’t murder nobody He needs his license taken away We walking around here half unhinged Nobody searching for us a remedy We staying angry and plotting revenge And labeled crazy with no sympathy Ain’t no misery like a woman over fifty From the mustaches to random hairs Going blind, confused, mind drifting Seeing things, and fundamentally impaired So I’m staring at this bottle of vodka It’s winking and saying I gotcha I’m grinning like the bottle my friend Husband snatches it to save my end. Ain’t no misery like a woman over fifty From the mustaches to random hairs Going blind, confused, mind drifting Seeing things, and fundamentally impaired