Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial…
Baby girl, I think that some vulgar words
Just aren’t meant for your pretty little ears
You can throw away all those dirty looks
Or drive yourself home drinking sweeter tears
Don’t threaten me with a good damn time
Like the way your skirt curls when you stand in line
And the way life turns pure with the touch of a finger
That middle spot is so pristine, now ain’t it better?
Baby girl, just don’t strain yourself thinking
When the world’s too dumb to accept your sinking
So don’t waste that pretty little breath on your scream
Save it for when you’ve got something realer than a dream.
Case open, case shut
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can’t lift his headache head
Isn’t it tragic?