It's alarming, honestly how charming can she be
fooling everyone, telling 'hon i'm having fun'

you don't want to be like me
don't want to see the things i've seen

I'm dying,
                  dying

she gives them butterflies
bats her cartoon eyes
she laughs like god
her minds like a diamond

its alarming, truly how disarming can she be.

baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go
that's the story of the little girl you know.
relying on the kindness of strangers
tying cherry knots
       smiling, doing party favors.

put your dress on, put your lipstick on
sing your song the cameras on
and you're alive again.

darling, darling
doesn't have a problem
lying to herself cause her liquors top shelf.

you don't want to get this way
street walk at night, and a star by day.

It's tiring,
  
            tiring.