At The WAL

That's some wasps out in August Where I cried why I'm terrified Until that time my focus trained itself On the girls that I'd shamed Their faces tear-stained After all these years away And what they said to those who'd listen I could only guess a hazard As the hospitality ran drier Than the Sahara drought humour At your Women Against Laughter meetings I know there weren't that many, thousands You chose me, I believe For the same reasons That made me the bullseye of the targets For the umpteen venom tipped daggers My back is turned My ears are burning My back is turned My ears are burning I know I don't remember all their names There's only one that I didn't lie with She is a pain, but a pain right here Cross mind and heart and hope to die Cross mind and heart and hope to die Cross mind and heart and hope to die Cross mind and heart and hope to die It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright That's some wasps out in August