All the powder and paint that hides her sweet face isn't her as she really should be

She's distant and cold but under it all she's the same girl that used to love me

All the booze drinking men she calles her friends

Aren't the friends she used to bring home

She's not what she's been called and under it all

She's the same girl that I've always known

She may dance too close too long and do some things that seem wrong

Or seem hard and bad and that's what's so sad cause she's soft down under it all

All the things that she says and the way she may dress

Doesn't mean she's really gone bad

She's not really at fault and under it all she's really quite homesick and sad

She's not really at fault and under it all she's really quite homesick and sad