SONG LYRICS- SWING IN YOUR SKIRT. Jenny Parenteau

SWING IN YOUR SKIRT

Is your life passing you by?

Are you asking yourself why?

Is the man of your dreams

Not what he seems

It's just down to chores by and by?

Are your days dreary and long?

Do you cry at your long forgotten song?

Have you tried to improve

Can’t get in the groove

What, you may ask has gone wrong?

chorus:
Have you got enough:

Swing in your skirt, Sway on your knees

Saunter in your walk, 

Say  what you please

Fire in your chest , Spark in your life          

Courage in your eyes                

Hold your head up high

Bridge:

The sheets don't match the shades

The rugs don’t match the chairs

The forks are in the knife drawer

 There’s dust on the stairs.

Chorus:

Have you got enough:

Swing in your skirt, Sway on your knees

Saunter in your walk, 

Say  what you please

Fire in your chest , Spark in your life          

Courage in your eyes                

Hold your head up high

and swing!


SWING IN YOUR SKIRT

I was shopping one day in a large shopping mall on the Gold Coast where I spotted a skirt that I liked and tried it on. When I came out to look at myself in a larger mirror, the sales girl, who was young and brightly clad said to me “ Has that skirt got enough swing in it for ya??”  (I promptly bought it!) I loved the idea of this so much I asked her could I use this phrase in a song- of course she agreed- and so I took it home with me scribbled on an old envelope and pondered what I really wanted to say to myself as a woman in a relationship with the ‘man of my dreams.’ The men of my dreams had not been what they seemed at all - and my problem was not having the courage to speak out about the things that were bothering me. On reflection I was wondering if many women (and men) suffer that same lack of courage in fear of losing love?? 

The bridge refers to a friend of mine, Melody, who was so terribly fussy in her house, making sure that everything matched properly and who spent an enormous amount of time shopping for the right decor- and who , when she was dying of cancer, told me that her greatest regret was that she spent so much time worrying about just that- how unimportant it was in light of living fully in the present each and every moment. 

The dust on the stairs is mine!!


Janet Swain