Words and music by Mark Eitzel   From Come On Beautiful - the Songs of American Music Club      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