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Every day she gets by
is just another day closer to the day she die.
The day is passing her by
And the night is just a sequence of her heavy cries.
Heavy woman
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she turns around
Tremors where she stood underground
And I promise you you never heard a sound like the sound
Of heavy woman's sighs.
She don't see no reason why
That a man can't get on board with the heavy life
Though she know, she don't try,
She just keeps on shooting butter from her butter knife, yea,
Heavy woman
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she sat on the ?(movie)? to the floor, it snapped
And I promise you never want to find yourself trapped
In heavy woman thighs.
Ooh!
Heaviness never lies
And heavy dreams lay beneath her heavy eyes
Yeah she was once a little girl
But somewhere down the line she fell into a heavy world
Yeah
Heavy woman
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she leans down
You can feel it in the neighboring towns
Many scientists might think that it will affect the tides
When heavy woman dies
is just another day closer to the day she die.
The day is passing her by
And the night is just a sequence of her heavy cries.
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she turns around
Tremors where she stood underground
And I promise you you never heard a sound like the sound
Of heavy woman's sighs.
That a man can't get on board with the heavy life
Though she know, she don't try,
She just keeps on shooting butter from her butter knife, yea,
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she sat on the ?(movie)? to the floor, it snapped
And I promise you never want to find yourself trapped
In heavy woman thighs.
And heavy dreams lay beneath her heavy eyes
Yeah she was once a little girl
But somewhere down the line she fell into a heavy world
Yeah
[Ah!]
Heavy woman
When she leans down
You can feel it in the neighboring towns
Many scientists might think that it will affect the tides
When heavy woman dies
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Submitted by
ashleybah On Nov 17, 2008
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At first I thought this was gonna be like Queens Fat Bottom Girls An ode to heavy women everywhere but...no hahaha Dick doesn't like fat chicks then? Maybe look at it as a women who comes with a lot of baggage Not a fat chick but...a crazy bitch haha
Heh, I thought the same thing about FBM. Well, you could be right that this isn't literal, particularly since it's Dick Valentine. But there is a difference between cute chubbiness, a few extra pounds, still reasonably healthy, not so healthy anymore, really not looking good, verging on morbidly obese, and two seats on the airplane. You know what I'm saying? There's a spectrum. Fat bottom girls may rock Freddie's world, but that doesn't mean he'd be rocking the 400-pounders, you know? There are overweight people who still look pretty good, still walk a good distance most days, have a fair...
Heh, I thought the same thing about FBM. Well, you could be right that this isn't literal, particularly since it's Dick Valentine. But there is a difference between cute chubbiness, a few extra pounds, still reasonably healthy, not so healthy anymore, really not looking good, verging on morbidly obese, and two seats on the airplane. You know what I'm saying? There's a spectrum. Fat bottom girls may rock Freddie's world, but that doesn't mean he'd be rocking the 400-pounders, you know? There are overweight people who still look pretty good, still walk a good distance most days, have a fair amount of muscle in their limbs; the ones who still are taking care of themselves in terms of hygiene, diet, and exercise despite not being skinny... and then there are the kind with big varicose veins who get winded and wheezy just going shopping at the grocery store. Big difference in my mind. So I imagine this song, if it's being literal, as being about the kind of woman who looks like she could have a heart attack at any moment, not America Ferrera or Christina Hendrickson.
F-U, you shallow turd. Keep judging people when you're ugly on the inside and guess which one of us will end up surrounded by true friends and lovers. Arse. Wake up next to 'plastic' the rest of your life (or until you're too old to attract 'em) and see just how truly happy you are.
F-U, you shallow turd. Keep judging people when you're ugly on the inside and guess which one of us will end up surrounded by true friends and lovers. Arse. Wake up next to 'plastic' the rest of your life (or until you're too old to attract 'em) and see just how truly happy you are.
Varicose weins are heriditary. They can have nothing to do with weight. My mother was always very thin (92 lbs when she had me at age 37) and had them. If you're going to spout off at the mouth, at least not be an ignoramous. People often get winded and weezy (your stooopid words) when they have allergies; when I was thin I was exactly that due to a severe respiratory allergy. I just love know-it-all's who open their mouths and prove to the world how shallow they really are. They are the ones who end up alone unless you count prostitutes.
Varicose weins are heriditary. They can have nothing to do with weight. My mother was always very thin (92 lbs when she had me at age 37) and had them. If you're going to spout off at the mouth, at least not be an ignoramous. People often get winded and weezy (your stooopid words) when they have allergies; when I was thin I was exactly that due to a severe respiratory allergy. I just love know-it-all's who open their mouths and prove to the world how shallow they really are. They are the ones who end up alone unless you count prostitutes.
Let's hope Freddy is not you. You're only talent is for showing the world how superficial and lacking you truly are...need those young, beautiful girls on your arm to build up your deflated ego. Guess what? People are laughing. They look and wonder how much money you have because they can't imagine a young beauty picking you. And if it's not money, than they wonder how much bullshit you've fed them. And they also wonder how long it will be before she wakes up and dumps your sorry arse. Plastic men....gotta love them...NOT.
Let's hope Freddy is not you. You're only talent is for showing the world how superficial and lacking you truly are...need those young, beautiful girls on your arm to build up your deflated ego. Guess what? People are laughing. They look and wonder how much money you have because they can't imagine a young beauty picking you. And if it's not money, than they wonder how much bullshit you've fed them. And they also wonder how long it will be before she wakes up and dumps your sorry arse. Plastic men....gotta love them...NOT.
Oh, such a lovely song to be listening to this morning. Gotta give 'em credit; they're creative :D