Song of the Day #4,337: ‘Ladies’ – Fiona Apple

One of the most interesting and appealing aspects of Fiona Apple’s Fetch the Bolt Cutters is its focus on female empowerment.

Whether she’s recounting a dinner party where an ex objected to her outspokenness on ‘Under the Table’ (“Kick me under the table all you want, I won’t shut up”) or finding common ground with another ex’s new girlfriend on ‘Newspaper’ (“I wonder what lies he’s telling you about me to make sure that we’ll never be friends”), these songs are explicitly for and about women.

Perhaps no track makes that clearer than the jazzy standout ‘Ladies,’ an ode to women who are so often pitted against each other by men.

She sums up her thesis in one verse this way: “Nobody can replace anybody else so it would be a shame to make it a competition; And no love is like any other love so it would be insane to make a comparison with you.”

Try as she might, though, Apple doesn’t hold out much hope for a connection. It’s with a mournful sigh that she delivers the song’s final lines, “yet another woman to whom I won’t get through.”

[Intro]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies

[Verse 1]
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through

[Verse 2]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, take it easy
When he leaves me, please be my guest
To whatever I might’ve left in his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets

[Verse 3]
And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
There’s a dress in the closet
Don’t get rid of it, you’d look good in it
I didn’t fit in it, it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note, one line, it said
“I don’t know if I’m coming across, but I’m really trying”
She was very kind

[Chorus]
Fruit bat
Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac
Fruit bat
Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac

[Verse 4]
Nobody can replace anybody else
So it would be a shame to make it a competition
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to make a comparison with you

[Verse 5]
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through

[Chorus]
Ooh
Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac

[Refrain]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies

[Verse 6]
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to make a comparison with you

[Refrain]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies

[Outro]
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through
Yet another woman to whom I won’t get through

2 thoughts on “Song of the Day #4,337: ‘Ladies’ – Fiona Apple

  1. Dana Gallup says:

    I’m not sure I would characterize this as “jazzy,” but it’s certainly interesting.

  2. Amy says:

    💗💗💗💗 this one. “Cuter than a button, mutton-head maniac” may be my new favorite chorus.

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