A Woman of Jazz Standards

According to some of the jazz I was listening to today women (or chicks) are both made to give men fever (be it Fahrenheit or centigrade) and to weep and wail (also to stay at home and tend their ovens and drown their last regrets in coffee and cigarettes). I feel that I alternate between the wailing thing and the fever thing. Though, now I'm wondering what it would be like to do both at the same time...hmmmm.