All the sweet mouth really wanted 
Just fell from her grip 
The worst hell you can drag your soul through 
Is trying to make all the lies stick 

You might as well not make an effort 
Lots of bills lying around unpaid 
Still I guess some things seem better than 
Lying in a bed an old child made 

She's got her Walkman on 
She's got Chanel Number Five 
Look at her walk 
She's holding her head upright 
Wants to show she's got some pride 
To the headlights 

All over town people looking for 
Their little piece of goodnight 
Maybe it's finally time 
To turn away from the light 
All her sweet mouth really wanted 
Was lost in her smile 
And her soul just lost the taste that makes 
Any good lie worthwhile

I know I never asked you to read their minds 
So why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway 
You think maybe someday if you're good 
They'll let you disappear from the scene 
But nothing can hide a beating 

She's got her Walkman on 
She's got Chanel Number Five 
Look at her walk 
She's holding her head upright 
Wants to show she's got some pride 
To the headlights
Doesn't she look good