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   Doesn't she look good