slit skirts
pete townshend
i was just thirty-four years old and i was still wandering in a haze
i was wondering why everyone i met seemed like they were lost in a maze
i don't know why i thought i should have some kind of divine right to the blues
it's sympathy not tears people need when they're the front page
the incense burned away and the stench began to rise
lovers now estranged avoided catching each others' eyes
and girls who lost their children cursed the men who fit the coil
and men not fit for marriage took their refuge in the oil
no one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned
from all this you'd imagine that there must be something learned
jeanie never wears no slit skirts
i don't ever wear no ripped shirts
can't pretend that growing older never hurts
jeanie never wears no knee pants
have to be so drunk to try a new dance
so afraid of every new romance
jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts
she wouldn't dare in those slit skirts
wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt
why aren't we thinking up romance?
why can't we drink it up true heart romance
just need a brief new romance
let me tell you some more about myself
you know i'm sitting at home just now
the big events of the day are passed and the late tv shows have come around
i'm number one in the home team but i still feel unfulfilled
a silent voice in her broken heart complaining that i'm unskilled
and i know that when she thinks of me