Skin prickles as the door opens, check the
oven, make sure the inside’s hot,
please let the roast be done, no time to put it back.
Protest on the news, painted sheet says: Women’s Lib.

Oven, make sure the inside’s hot,
and you bubble and your skin turns golden brown.
Protest on the news, painted sheet says: Women’s Lib.
You’re hot, you’re done, you’re full of fire.

And you bubble and your skin turns golden brown.
Husband’s home, says, “How come the roast ain’t on the table?”
You’re hot, you’re done, you’re full of fire.
Husband’s home, and you are not.