For a change she got out before he hurt her bad

Took her records and clothes and pictures of her boy

It really made her sad

Packed it up and didn't look back

I'm okay, let's just forget all about it

The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine

In her bag i saw things she drew when she was nine

Like this one here

Her alone, nobody near

What a shame, let's just not talk about it

No, it doesn't look like you

But you did wear cowboy boots, that's your fame

There's no question about it

Once we got back inside

With one ear to the ground

I was ready to hide

Cos I don't know who's around

And you look scared

It's our secret, do not tell, okay?

Let's just not talk about it

Don't tell, okay?

Let's just forget all about it