I made up my mind today while making up my bed
And I make up my face
Instead of baking up some bread
Tired of puttin' up with someone who puts me down
So I put on my brand new dress and I sneaked off to town

Between twenty-nine and danger
In the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me

While he took a bath
I grabbed his car keys from the shelf
Then I went through his billfold
And for once I helped myself
I've washed socks and shirts and shorts and dishes for that man
But today the only thing I'm washing is my hands

Between twenty-nine and danger
In the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me

I'm not old
I'm like my car
I've got some good years left
But the thought of growing old with him scares me to death
I've got to learn to walk alone
Before he makes me crawl
I'd rather be a common tramp than nothing at all

Between twenty-nine and danger
In the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me

Between twenty-nine and danger
In the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me