Текст: Laura Bryna. Trying to Be Me. No Man's Land.

Ladies, we are gathered here to analyze,
This strange frontier I call No Man?s Land.
It?s like a space ship came in the middle of the night
And carried away all the single guys
And left us in No Man?s Land.

If you?re a long tall cool drink of water,
An oasis in this dry desert sand,
Well you won?t be lonely long,
Cause the good ones have all gone,
So come on out to No Man?s Land.

Our lingerie is collecting dust,
My under wire is about to rust,
We?re stuck in No Man?s Land.
It?s gotten so bad that Billy Jean
Is seriously considering switching teams,
It?s rough in No Man?s Land.

If you?re a long tall cool drink of water,
An oasis in this dry desert sand,
Well you won?t be lonely long,
Cause the good ones have all gone,
You?re welcome here in No Man?s Land.
Aw, come on.

We?re manicured we?re dressed to thrill,
So what?s with all this time to kill.
We?ve searched on line a thousand times,
And still, we?re all headed home to watch TV,
Stopping on the way to buy batteries.
Admit it, we?re in No Man?s Land.

If you?re a long tall cool drink of water,
An oasis in this dry desert sand,
Well you won?t be lonely long,
Cause the good ones have all gone,
So come on down to no man?s land.
Yeah, we?re desperate here in No Man?s Land.
Ten of us for every one of you.