See that woman walking through the doorway

Swinging her whole body like it's her day

'Grinin at your smile if she sees you

Like she been-there-done-that and it ain't true



Cause she's 'spendin dollars at the dime store

Ain't nobody fool enough to stop her

Yeah she spendin dollars at the dime store

'Runnin 'outta credit 'til she get more



People 'lookin at her funny but she don't care

Got some blue extensions for her red hair

Gallon of mascara for a buck five

'Savin as she's 'spendin on the good life



'Mornin is at midnight when she 'round town

Cock-a-doodle-doo and find a new clown

Wants to take her home but she be too smart

Cause she on a mission when the beat starts 



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Yeah she got her demons on the dance floor

'Doin the devil's duty to defeat her

'Stompin out her demons on the dance floor

'Kickin all her sorrows out the back door

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Dreams of French vanilla when she's in bed

Always superstitious when she wears red

Has a secret fetish for cartoon porn

Keeps a naked Martian in her top drawer



Yaking through the sunrise on her cell phone

Says she was a baby when she left home

Cussing like a sailor over e-mail

'Bout the man who hit her now he's in jail



Put stuff in her body that she regrets

Always 'puffin on another cigarette

'Tryin to straighten out and get her life on

Studies for a license at the salon 



On the broke-and-narrow for the long haul

Only 'eatin ramen from the strip mall

Can't afford a cover but she's got friends 

Every night the bouncer lets her sneak in



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Sorrows out the back door

Demons on the dance floor

Sorrows out the back door

Demons on the dance floor