It's not like I had a manhood card to revoke

Since I woke up today I've felt strangely compelled to listen to Liz Phair. So, Exile in Guyville it is. This takes me back about four or five years. It's strange how prettily she can sing

I ask because I'm a real cunt in spring
You can rent me by the hour
I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing
Entertainers bring May flowers