I was working up in Kabul In the last years of the war 
Khasi had decide he didn’t love us any more 
The town was full of checkpoints and Security companies 
And everyone with money had an exit strategy 
She came in in December to work the state 
She was on a second posting across form Kuwait 
I met her at a briefing down at I SEF H Q 
Some Colonel was pretending that he knew what to do 
There’s nothing quite as sexy as a woman in a war 
A delicate reminder of what we’re fighting for 
She said the word ‘kenetic’ like she’d seen it for real 
She was her daddies daughter with her daddies ideals 
But she said: 
“ Pay no heed to what they say  
Notice only what they do…...” 
There’s nothing quite as horny as a woman in a war 
The sugared instant coffee the adrenalin and more 
There’s nothing like the hunger for some softness in the night 
When you wake up every morning with a war to fight 
Still she’d say: Refrain 
A couple of months later in a dutton covered bar 
We’d been on a trip together with the General in Mazah 
We got talking about the problems of the ANSF 
It was getting late and the others all had left 
I came a little closer two of us were left 
We could die tomorrow tonight ..I need you for my bed 
Back in my hooch I got a bottle of Jack 
My dick was claiming victory like Bush in Iraq 
And she said: 
“I’ve enjoyed our conversation and your offer is bold 
Your loquacious admiration of the problems you can’t solve 
But these are not your problems this is not your war 
You only really come here because you were bored 
“So go back to your family and your ordinary lives 
Your ordinary children and your ordinary wife 
I’m not your mother your virgin or whore 
Simply a survivor of a woman in a war” 
I was workin up in Kabul in the last year of the war