It's not black enough to see
Where any white is
So I'll wait another hour for you
And your designer jeans
And I remember you
As heartless as a freeway
And I wonder if the time
Will make your eyes like Angelynes
Will you shuffle to your seat
Greasy head and naked feet?
And your expensive hands are swinging
All your Beverly keys
The latest color's on you lip
And there's a satchel at your hips
And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls
And disassembled dreams
If you don't want for them
To hate you cause you beautiful
How can you want them all to love you
For the same thing?
For the same thing
You went and left you license
On the car seat
You had a couple drinks with him
And then you changed your name
And then he handed you
A tambourine and whistled
No matter what they call you by
The meaning stays the same
Now your shotgun on the floor
Your window's just a door
Riding backward across state lines
In high heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk
It's all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair
And stuff to kill the sting
You don't want for them
To hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to love you
For the same thing?
For the same thing
Now your shotgun on the floor
Your window's just a door
Riding backward across state lines
In high heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk
It's all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair
And stuff to kill the sting
You don't want for them
To hate you cause you're beautiful
How can you want them all to love you?