Between Twenty-Nine and Danger I made up my mind today while makin’ up my bed That I’ll make up my face instead of makin’ up some bread Tired to putin’ up with someone who puts me down So I put on my brand new dress and I sneak off to town Chorus: 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 took his car keys from the shelf And I went through his (?) and for once I helped myself I’ve washed socks and shirts and dishes for that man But today the only thing I’m washing is my hands Chorus 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 Got to learn to walk alone before he makes me crawl I’d rather be a (?) tramp than nothing at all Chorus by: José Duarte