In the room of women
With messy hair
They talk of men
Who don’t care
About the children
That they bare
With the women
With messy hair
The woman behind the counter
With skin so fair
Asks “what happened?”
“Oh I’ve been there.”
These women with stories
Can do nothing but share
Involve the police
If they dare
Clench their teeth
Relive their scare
So here they sit
With a thousand yard stare
They’re just the women
With messy hair.