Social commentary about the lives of ordinary women. (I don't DO television.)

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Don't shoot me; I'm just the messenger.

I've got wrinkled-up clothes in my basket
Piles of dirty jeans in my hall
Dishes pilin', baby whinin', dog wants out
It's drivin' me up a wall

I guess I get nothin' accomplished
Got nothin' on the ball
I'd rather be drawn in by fictional women and men
'Cause reality sucks, that's all.

(Chorus)
And I'd rather watch my show,
The soaps are what interests me
My friends watch too, ya know
It's what we all want to see.

Be sure and call me this afternoon
I'll miss my show while I'm in town
I couldn't stand not knowin'
Exactly what has gone down

Especially on a Friday
It's always really hot
With something to hold us 'til Monday--
A short attention span we've got.

(Chorus)

And now I check out all the talk shows
So I can talk about them too
I don't know where they find these people
They're really not like me and you

I don't like watching the news
And sports doesn't interest me a bit
But don't interrupt me when my show's on
'Cause I really don't give a _______

(Chorus)
And I'd rather watch my show
Such awful people to see
It will distract me from my troubles
By watching problems on TV.

(Repeat first chorus)