I'm here on the shelf
At your drugstore
Contained in cartons
Some hold twenty four
For a place
Where there's lace
I'm designed

Out of every month
I work just one week
At a certain spot
Where the sun does not peek
It's a slob
Of a job,
But, it's mine...

I Cover The Waterfront
My boss is a she
With a little shove,
I'm right where I should be

I Cover The Waterfront
Down low, never high
Sort of like a spy,
An undercover guy..

At my post
Constantly guarding
My hole life hanging
On a thread
And most of the time,
Though, I'm not angry
I do see red

If y'ain't guessed yet, Lad
A Tampax pad,
That's me..

I Cover The Waterfront