All the powder and paint
That hides her sweet face
Isn't her as she really should be
She's distant and cold
But under it all
She's the same girl
That used to love me
All the booze drinking men
That she calls her friends
Aren't the friends
She used to bring home
She's not what she's been called
And under it all
She's the same girl
That I've always known
She may dance too close and too long
And do some things that seem wrong
Or seem hard and bad
And that's what's so sad
Cause she's soft down under it all
All the things that she says
And the way she may dress
Doesn't mean she's really gone bad
She's not really at fault
And under it all
She's really quite homesick and sad
She's not really at fault
And under it all
She's really quite homesick and sad