See that woman walking through the doorway Swinging her whole body like it's her day 'Grinin at your smile if she sees you Like she been-there-done-that and it ain't true
Cause she's 'spendin dollars at the dime store Ain't nobody fool enough to stop her Yeah she spendin dollars at the dime store 'Runnin 'outta credit 'til she get more
People 'lookin at her funny but she don't care Got some blue extensions for her red hair Gallon of mascara for a buck five 'Savin as she's 'spendin on the good life
'Mornin is at midnight when she 'round town Cock-a-doodle-doo and find a new clown Wants to take her home but she be too smart Cause she on a mission when the beat starts
(Chorus) Yeah she got her demons on the dance floor 'Doin the devil's duty to defeat her 'Stompin out her demons on the dance floor 'Kickin all her sorrows out the back door [Repeat]
Dreams of French vanilla when she's in bed Always superstitious when she wears red Has a secret fetish for cartoon porn Keeps a naked Martian in her top drawer
Yaking through the sunrise on her cell phone Says she was a baby when she left home Cussing like a sailor over e-mail 'Bout the man who hit her now he's in jail
Put stuff in her body that she regrets Always 'puffin on another cigarette 'Tryin to straighten out and get her life on Studies for a license at the salon
On the broke-and-narrow for the long haul Only 'eatin ramen from the strip mall Can't afford a cover but she's got friends Every night the bouncer lets her sneak in
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Sorrows out the back door Demons on the dance floor Sorrows out the back door Demons on the dance floorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
