Happy Town

I could slip, I could fall Down that mean and awful hall With the other jealous bitches And the bitter grumbling men I could sneer, I could glare Say that life is so unfair And the one who made it, made it 'cause her breasts were really big Well I don't want to get bitter I don't want to get cruel I don't want to get old before I have to I could bitch, I could moan Say I want to be left alone But that's not really true Because I like my time with you Till you rant and you rave Wishing fat folks to their grave But I feel sorry for them You say they get what they deserve Well I don't want to get bitter I don't want to get cruel I don't want to get old before I have to I don't want to get jaded Petrified and weighted I don't want to get bitter like you Like you, with the darts in your eyes Like you, with disdain for mankind I was charmed, now I wonder Well I don't want to get bitter I don't want to get cruel I don't want to get old before I have to So I'll smile with the rest I'll wish everyone the best And know the one who made it Made it 'cause she was actually pretty good Well I don't want to get bitter I don't want to get cruel I don't want to get old before I have to --- Happy Town - Jill Sobule