She’s a girl of many faces Which one will she wear today Powder and paint, makes her what she ain’t And she changes, from day to day Her daddy was a well-respected man Her mother played bridge six days a week Her house was not a home, the maid never showed The love that she needed She started sleepin’ late on Sunday mornings Slowly she lost all her faith She quit goin’ to church, and to make the matters worse She even forgot how to pray She started runnin’ round with the wrong crowd And you know how people love to talk They scandalised her name, and she got all the blame For things that were never her fault They pushed her till she finally reached the point Till now she just don’t give a damn Her feelings can’t be fixed, the name they gave was gonna stick They call her the little town trampTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
