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 on you lips 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





You went and left you license on the car seat

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

And now your shotgun on the floor

Your window's just a door

Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear

Your steamers in the trunk

And it's all loaded up with junk

Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting

If you don't want for them to hate you cause your beautiful

How can you want them all to love you for the same thing