Out of her mouth it came as no surprise Lipstick stained on whipcream lies I feel that if I had been uglier It would have been easier
There it sat, blinked and spat In a black feather hat And said 'the rat' Like a red bouquet slim swinger It would have fit her better but no red letter No red letter
But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake