My elegant girl Slept on designer sheets Her sugar-free words Swayed to a hi-tech beat With crazy stories of hatred and hurt People's feelings were crushed in the dirt My elegant girl She drips out with the leaves
Gave no interviews in her tennis shoes Well, there's no excuse for infamy From their college towns To the overground People hung on every word she breathed
My elegant girl Moved with the hippiest crowds Whose colourful words Were bright but never loud
Gave no interviews in their mohair suits Well, there's no excuse for infamy From their college towns To their roundabouts People hung on every word they breathed
When their money's gone What's gonna keep you warm? Can't find anyone to take its place When you ain't got anything Except your aspirin Just remember who you stepped on When
You were an elegant girl Who cried expensive tears But now your sugar-free words Are fading with the yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
