Doubting Woman Songtext
von Vic Chesnutt

I was supposed to tell you
′Bout the point of departure
But with the aim of a drunken archer
I will probably stray
You can see in her bold eyebrow
You can see in that fancy cup
That even her freakish nipples are akimbo

Oh, no doubt she is the doubting woman
No, no doubt she is the doubting woman


There's a little matter of the bathing beauty
Who is such a little cutie, but she′s shy
She has a special sponge that is optional
To hide her painterly nipples from our eye

Oh, no doubt they are the doubting women
No, no doubt they are the doubting women

I was supposed to tell you the case of a cult
It's called a cult of inspiration and it is rewarding
You can be filled with a tingle of euphoria
Of total animation and of wonder

No, no doubt we love the doubting woman
No, no doubt we love the doubting woman

The doubting woman
Doubting woman
Oh, the doubting woman
The doubting woman