Eva Pepe

Eva Pepe

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Cheap Department Store Bloomers

Written By: Eva Pepe

Some count among important things in life
Being an eye-pleasin’ girlfriend or a wife
But wearing pretty things don’t feel so nice
& I’ve bought that brand of torture more than once or twice
Scratchy lace in every place
Wedgies from here to eternity from a thong
But now he’s gone & I’m wearin’ my
Cheap department store bloomers

Silky things never made me feel quite right
White satin’s not a place I like to spend the night
Teeny tiny frilly things I don’t take comfort in
No, I’m at my very best with cotton from crotch to chin
No scratchy lace in every place
Wedgies from here to eternity from a thong
And now he’s gone & I’m wearin’ my
Cheap department store bloomers

No liner, no nail tips
No hair gel; bare, naked lips
Look at me…I feel free

Some may say I’ve turned my back on some finer things
And the male companionship their special power brings
But I will tell you now because I can
I never got this much comfort from a man
Only scratchy lace in every place
Wedgies from here to eternity from a thong
Now I’m movin’ on -

I can’t linger in that ling-er-ie
Queens V’s dee-vo-tees have nothin’ on me
In my cheap department store bloomers

Long Dark Day

Written By: Eva Pepe

It’s been a long, dark day
Can’t find a brighter side or a fighter’s thing to say
There’s not a gleam or ray
No warm light, no moonlit night
Just flecks of brown and gray
I’m in a sorry way

I’m hanging on what you said
I guess it’s true. I make it hard on me
Looking so far ahead, I stumble through
What’s right in front of me
I’ve fallen victim to my scheme
I burned myself on my own steam
And I was the last one to know

It’s been a long, dark day
Can’t find a brighter side or a fighter’s thing to say
There’s not a gleam or ray
No warm light, no moonlit night
Just flecks of brown and gray
I’m in a sorry way

Not the first time, not the last
I see it now – I have this tendency
Longing future, mourning past
I bounce between with sense of urgency
I grip so tight, I slip away
I bind myself to make me stay
But sometimes you have to let go

It’s been a long, dark day
Can’t find a brighter side or a fighter’s thing to say
There’s not a gleam or ray
No warm light, no moonlit night
Just flecks of brown and gray
I’m in a sorry way