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 my heart and hope to die!
Cross my heart and hope to die!
Cross my heart and hope to die!
Cross my 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.