Every time I go downtown I think I might find you around. I take your picture just in case, anybody's seen- A girl who's had her better days, just like
I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide, With soft rock hair and blood shot eyes. He tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups,
Come a little bit closer Closer than you are Cause anything worth it now Is just gonna be hard Come a little bit cleaner Get a little bit mean Just give
In a sea of white faces I heard the latest version of The Clash. Still no ticket for the races, And the sisters still get the shaft. We got a punk rock
When you march stand up straight. When you fill the world with hate Step in time with your kind and Let it ring When you speak against me Would you
Putting pennies on the track, shiny and flat, It was the best we could be, sexy and free. I grow away from myself with each passing bell- With all these
She comes down to Georgia to dance across my kitchen floor, Leavin' black marks on linoleum, a country song on the radio. I am just a rodeo calf with
I'm a Sober Girl, not for any good reason I found myself on this road I'm on It felt a lot like treason To my last girlfriends, who could never understand
I hear the rock show winding down at the high school Kids out on the sidewalk, waiting for a ride All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the
You ride your John Deere down to the pond Just to watch me struggle along. You say you got your daddy's seed in you And you think you're bored with anything
