Between Twenty-Nine and Danger

i made up my mind today while making up my bed that i'd make up my face instead of baking up some bread tired of puttin' up with someone who puts me down so i put on my brand new dress and boogied off to town between twnty-nine and danger in the arms of a stranger but that kind of danger would be sweet would be sweet relief to me while he took a bath i grabbed his car keys from the shelf than i wen through his billfold and for once i helped myself i've washed socks and shirts and shorts and dishes for that man but today the only thing i'm washing is my hands i'm not old, i'm like my car... i've got some good years left but the thought of growing old with him scares me to death i've got to learn to walk alone before he makes me crawl i'd rather be a common tramp than nothing at all