The Woman You Want Her To Be by The Blow Lyrics
She will be
The woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
She’ll be smart enough to know
If you want her to not be smart
Or just not to show it
Her face is a surface
It seems like there’s something below it
And she’ll be the woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
She’ll be your privatest property
Yours to possess
To dress up and undress
She’s an infinite yes yes yes yes
There will always be more of her
Unless of course you’d prefer less
She can do that too, just let her know what you want her to fix
She can take care of it
And she knows what you want
She knows what you want
She knows what you want
She knows what you want
(It’s like she can just feel you)
Think of her as a mass
Not one ass
But a mass of asses
Plastic, magic, passive, perfectible
Limitless: a living receptacle
And the bigger the better
The tighter the sweater
The bigger the better
The tighter the sweater
Or wait- is it not big is better?
We need to compress her
Shrink up her sweater
And make her be lesser
When you fire in your cannonballs
You want them to really hit something
Not just go floating off
Into endless mysterious space
She is accessible
You can walk right inside
Through the welcoming holes
In her mouth and her eyes
“Hi!” There’s a comfortable area there
You can chill in
Around back is the VIP entrance
It’s invite only and many resent this
They swear
Their name must be on the list
They wanna get in get in get in get in…
Ask yourself what you need her for
Never mind, tell yourself that she needs you more
If she is a game and you’re wanting to win her
Maybe make a club and just don’t let her enter
Keep her on the side of wherever’s the center
Like you’re in a sunny locale
With a beer and a smile
And havana cigars
And the subs pumped up
And your cells all charged
And everything’s yes
There’s a gleam on your car
And she’s off in some permanent winter
Then after ten thousand years
Of getting your coffee
Freezing conditions
Killing her softly
Her hula girl uniform rigid and icicle frosty
Yeah she might kinda wanna
Get in get in get in get in
Get in get in get in get in
Get in get in get in get in
Get in get in get in get in (etc)
What wouldn’t she do to get in?
She’d be the woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
You want to conquer the unknown:
She can hold your hand while you do it
And if you can’t find the unknown
She can be your unknown
She’ll lay down and let you voyage through it
She just seems so haveable
At the very least halve-able
Split up the middle and grab what is palpable
An unlimited free material
Give-able, take-able, breakable
Think what all you could make with this resource
A pile of woman
A landmass of layered up woman
A suburban mega mall of woman
A stairway to heaven of woman
And she’ll be the woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
She’ll be smart enough to know
If you want her to not be smart
Or just not to show it
Her face is a surface
It seems like there’s something below it
And she’ll be the woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
She’ll be your privatest property
Yours to possess
To dress up and undress
She’s an infinite yes yes yes yes
There will always be more of her
Unless of course you’d prefer less
She can do that too, just let her know what you want her to fix
She can take care of it
And she knows what you want
She knows what you want
She knows what you want
She knows what you want
(It’s like she can just feel you)
Think of her as a mass
Not one ass
But a mass of asses
Plastic, magic, passive, perfectible
Limitless: a living receptacle
And the bigger the better
The tighter the sweater
The bigger the better
The tighter the sweater
Or wait- is it not big is better?
We need to compress her
Shrink up her sweater
And make her be lesser
When you fire in your cannonballs
You want them to really hit something
Not just go floating off
Into endless mysterious space
She is accessible
You can walk right inside
Through the welcoming holes
In her mouth and her eyes
“Hi!” There’s a comfortable area there
You can chill in
Around back is the VIP entrance
It’s invite only and many resent this
They swear
Their name must be on the list
They wanna get in get in get in get in…
Ask yourself what you need her for
Never mind, tell yourself that she needs you more
If she is a game and you’re wanting to win her
Maybe make a club and just don’t let her enter
Keep her on the side of wherever’s the center
Like you’re in a sunny locale
With a beer and a smile
And havana cigars
And the subs pumped up
And your cells all charged
And everything’s yes
There’s a gleam on your car
And she’s off in some permanent winter
Then after ten thousand years
Of getting your coffee
Freezing conditions
Killing her softly
Her hula girl uniform rigid and icicle frosty
Yeah she might kinda wanna
Get in get in get in get in
Get in get in get in get in
Get in get in get in get in
Get in get in get in get in (etc)
What wouldn’t she do to get in?
She’d be the woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be
You want to conquer the unknown:
She can hold your hand while you do it
And if you can’t find the unknown
She can be your unknown
She’ll lay down and let you voyage through it
She just seems so haveable
At the very least halve-able
Split up the middle and grab what is palpable
An unlimited free material
Give-able, take-able, breakable
Think what all you could make with this resource
A pile of woman
A landmass of layered up woman
A suburban mega mall of woman
A stairway to heaven of woman
And she’ll be the woman you want her to be
Woo woo woooowooooo
The woman you want her to be
The woman you want her to be