Between Twenty-Nine And Danger

I made up my mind today while making up my bed

And I make up my face

Instead of baking up some bread

Tired of puttin' up with someone who puts me down

So I put on my brand new dress and I sneaked off to town

Between twenty-nine and danger

In the arms of a stranger

But that kind of danger would be sweet

Would be sweet relief to me

While he took a bath

I grabbed his car keys from the shelf

Then I went through his billfold

And for once I helped myself

I've washed socks and shirts and shorts and dishes for that man

But today the only thing I'm washing is my hands

Between twenty-nine and danger

In the arms of a stranger

But that kind of danger would be sweet

Would be sweet relief to me

I'm not old

I'm like my car

I've got some good years left

But the thought of growing old with him scares me to death

I've got to learn to walk alone

Before he makes me crawl

I'd rather be a common tramp than nothing at all

Between twenty-nine and danger

In the arms of a stranger

But that kind of danger would be sweet

Would be sweet relief to me

Between twenty-nine and danger

In the arms of a stranger

But that kind of danger would be sweet

Would be sweet relief to me