It's Raining Men, Hallelujah!

Wendy Jones

It's raining men, hallelujah! And I'm going to go outside And get myself absolutely Soaked in blood. It's raining men And there are male body parts Splattered everywhere, It's raining men - I just opened the front door To find some poor guy's head On the car roof. It's raining men And there are piles of frozen men Lying in the road And it seems inconsiderate to drive. It's raining men And the men-haters are celebrating Because it's a victory for the Lesbian-Feminist-Separatists. It's raining men And they're having footbal matches on clouds. It's raining men And if I want a lover I only need put a mattress in the garden And catch one - Hoping he isn't too disfigured by the fall. It's raining men But it's not very sexually exciting Because they're all dead.

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