Learned to mix a drink at 11 years Learned to keep 'em sorry with them fake pearl tears Wild little runaway lipstick lowlife Tiger by his swagger, gonna make a pretty housewife Haven't called the trailer since you hitched that ride Flicking off your daddy as he wailed inside Watched his shooting star burn a hole in the dirt You were just laughing in a cutoff shirt
Sometimes you feel it when you're scrubbing off your makeup And sometimes you feel it first thing when you wake up To think you started out as someone's little girl It's a mean machine, this lonely world
There was beauty in the bible when you were a babe There was light in the kitchen before 7th grade You saw a little victory in the golden rule Damn all the kids in the new high school 'Cause they started looking at ya like he once did A lust you'd come to know straight from the crib You never heard the truth is gonna get you high And all those other girls were just so dry
Sometimes you feel it when you're scrubbing off your makeup And sometimes you feel it first thing when you wake up To think you started out as someone's little girl It's a mean machine, this lonely world
Still mixing more than drinks these last few years Still find some sort of link with them fake pearl tears Never caught your tiger, but you're sure he's waiting You got some heat but your fire is fading Gonna make the call, you gonna walk away? Same old stuff you pulled out yesterday Well honey, it's a blessing and a curse - you know it Your lips are shut, but your ass is showing
Sometimes you feel it when you're scrubbing off your makeup And sometimes you feel it first thing when you wake up To think you started out as someone's little girl It's a mean machine, this lonely worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
