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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