Divorcee by 23

Well it seems you’ve got a baby girl

To a man who will not love you well

And your walkin’ down Brunswick street

And you’re buyin’ the baby’s tears with treats

‘Cause you look perfect,

You look fine and you

Hold it together most of the time,

But when the baby’s cryin’ and you know he’s lying,

He was the best lookin’ boy you’d known

So you married him and made hime home

Dropped out of university

All because he said well honey you’re pretty,

Yes, you are pretty but you are not fine

‘Cause you’ve forgotten your poor little mind

And if you don’t start crying,

You may never shine.

Step on out of line,

Outside the square

I dare you

To just not give a damn.

‘Cause people won’t understand?

Don’t let them scare you.

You play boy games and he plays girl games

And every Saturday, you swap over again,

And you wonder why he “Just don’t hear!”.

Are you saying it loud, are you making it clear

Or are you hiding away,

Behind all those perfect things that you say?

You know that you don’t wanna be,

You don’t wanna be,

You don’t wanna be,

You don’t wanna be no divorcee by 23.

Well is that your best reason to stay?

You’re worried about what your brothers’ friends’

Mothers’ might one day say?

Step on out of line,

Outside the square

I dare you

To just not give a damn.

‘Cause people won’t understand?

Don’t let them scare you.

You really should step on out of line,

Outside the square

I dare you

To go confront your man

Help him understand these subtleties about you.

You don’t wanna be,

You don’t wanna be,

You don’t wanna be,

You don’t wanna be no divorcee by 23.

Well is that your best reason to stay?

Think about what your baby girl might one day say