She looks ahead,

she paints her toe nails red,

She's wet and wild,

a typical 90's child,

She makes every move they make,

She takes everything they take,

She must be a Thelma or Louise,

She must be a post-modern sleaze.



Unscrew the wine,

she'll throw a party line,

Stories extreme,

she's such a drama queen,

Cries through the night,

she choked on Marlboro lites,

Pure charm and grace,

she hates her pretty face,

She makes every move they make,

She takes everything they take,

She must be a Thelma or Louise,

She must be a post-modern sleaze.



Straw spun from gold,

she craves a tortured soul,

All doom and gloom,

she plays an open wound,

She takes every scene they steal,

She fakes every pain they feel,

She must be a Thelma or Louise,

She must be a post-modern tease.