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Walking on the red brick road, my knife is cold against my hip
and a cigarette hangs from my lips, and I am just alone
Everyone is so damn cool, trying to be something else
it’s a game of show and tell, and everyone’s a fool

So I put my black eyeliner on
it makes me hard, it makes me strong
I straddle you and write a song
it keeps me going on and on and on

I hit the bar on Friday night, and Marty plays a tune for me
and Robbie gives me drinks for free, and everything’s all right
Driving to the diner now, same routine I’ve come to know
Dan sees me and says, “Hello,” Jane puts a cup of decaf down

So I put my little smile on
it makes me sweet, negates what’s wrong
and you don’t care about my songs
that keeps me going on and on and on

Driving home, it’s after 4, you call me, you want some love
but I have nothing to give up, so I just leave you wanting more
Then I lay down, I close my eyes, thoughts are running through my head
about the way things might’ve been, the alarm goes off, it’s time to rise

So I put my black eyeliner on
it makes me hard, it makes me strong
I straddle you and write a song
it keeps me going on and on and on
So I put my little smile on
it makes me sweet, negates what’s wrong
and you don’t care about my songs
that keeps me going on and on and on

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