Hot Flash
It’s been a struggle - we’ve been fighting for the permission to do our own thing
No one can knock us down - we’re standing straight and proud
With our laughing lines and our furrowed brows
Some of us had babies - some of us had husbands
Some of us went solo - some loved and lived with women
We’ve worked in factories - we’ve got our PHD’s
In big fat board rooms - we’re running companies
And now we celebrate each new direction, as we face the mirror each day
We accept our imperfections - we won’t give our power away
We have come a long, long way, baby
When times get tough, and we have had enough
We have earned the right to say - we’re having a HOT FLASH!
Hot flash, for hundreds of years past
Your momma had them - and her momma had them
And her momma had them - and her momma had them
Hot flash, then it’s a total memory crash
From sleep deprivation, hallucination -- is that a mustache?
It’s no big secret -we’re getting older no one gets out alive, we just get bolder
We struggle, we commit, we vow to never quit
Then we turn to shit from a HOT FLASH!
Hot flash, for hundreds of years past
Your momma had them - and her momma had them
And her momma had them - and her momma had them
Hot flash, then it’s a gravity avalanche
A dressing room mirror brings you to tears -- is that my ass??
Get yourself a bowl of soybeans and cup of black cohosh
Book yourself a beauty treatment when your brains have turned to mush
No more sleeping through the night baby
You toss and turn while your body burns
You’re a walking zombie till the morning light
First you are sweating - your body is baking
You crank up the AC - everyone’s waking
Life is a mystery - life can be wonderful, you’ve got your history
You’ve got your inner girl
She’s still inside your skin, just a little less estrogen
Let your next chapter begin with a
Hot flash, for hundreds of years past
Your momma had them, and her momma had them
And her momma had them, and her momma had them
Hot Flash, you’re crumbling down like smoke and ash
You can be sure there - is no cure
We’d even pay cash, but here comes a news flash
We’re so sorry dear, it’s not hot in here . . . it’s you!
Credits:
©2006 Sally Fingerett & Debi Smith, Green Fingers Music, BMI & Degan Music ASCAP