Standard (EADGBE)

I made up my mind today while makin’ up my bed

 That I’ll make up my face instead of makin’ up some bread

 Tired to putin’ up with someone who puts me down

 So I put on my brand new dress and I sneak off to town

Chorus

 Between twenty-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 took his car keys from the shelf

And I went through his (?) and for once I helped myself

I’ve washed socks and shirts and dishes for that man

But today the only thing I’m washing is my hands

Chorus

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

Got to learn to walk alone before he makes me crawl

I’d rather be a (?) tramp than nothing at all

Chorus