Lunch

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 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 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 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 floor

Your window's just a door a door

Riding backward 'cross 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 floor

Your window's just a door just a door

Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels

That they made you wear

Your steamers in the trunk it's all loaded up with junk junk

Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff

To kill the sting and their their

You don't want for them to hate you because

You're beautiful beautiful

How can you want them all to love you