Immodest Woman

I’m having way too much fun creating my own lyrics to famous songs. Who knew I was so talented? Here’s another one for the Shovevim period, courtesy of The Guess Who’s “American Woman.” No, Lenny Kravitz did not write that song… but he did sing it pretty awesomely! Is that a word? Never mind.

Immodest woman gonna mess your mind

Immodest woman gonna mess your mind

This line repeats itself like 12 more times

So I ain’t gonna write it no more

Immodest woman, stay away from me

Immodest woman, mama let me be

Don’t come a-hangin’ ‘round my door

I don’t wanna see your face no more

I got more important things to do

Than spend my time starin’ at you

Now woman, I said stay away

Immodest woman, listen what I say

Immodest woman, stay away from me

Immodest woman, mama let me be

Don’t come knockin’ ‘round my door

I don’t wanna see your figure no more

Your tight clothes can hypnotize

Go sparkle someone else’s eyes

Now woman, I said get away

Immodest woman, listen what I say

I don’t need your skin-tight jeans

Why you tryin’ to look like you’re 18

Your high heels can hypnotize

Go sparkle someone else’s eyes

Now woman, get away from me

Immodest woman, mama let me be

Go, gotta get away, gotta get away

Now go, go, go

I ain’t gonna look at you, woman

Ain’t gonna look at you, woman

Bye-bye

Bye-bye

You’re no good for me

I’m too good for you

Gonna close my eyes

Tell you what I’m gonna do

You know I’m gonna go, woman

You know I’m gonna leave ya, woman

Goodbye, immodest woman