Strong Woman Has a Bad Day Polka

There’s something gnawing at your mind like a dog upon a bone
It’s with you in a crowded room or when you’re all alone
Was it something on the radio or something that you read?
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead
Your beauty has a tarnished glow, you’re fading like a flower
The men think you’re invisible, what’s happened to your power
The years have flown, but here’s the thing that sticks inside your head
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead
They’re turning off your lights and they’re seizing all your assets
They broke into your house and stole your CDs and your cassettes
They sold you all those supplements, their slogan should have read:
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead
You forgot to have a family, now you have nowhere to go
No one to lay a guilt trip on to take you in and so
You order up a cosmo, toast your solitude instead
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead
You haven’t slept in days, only when you drive your car
You’d settle for a nightmare, cause at least it’s not the bar
So here’s some words of wisdom as you crawl into your bed
Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you wish that you were dead