See that woman walking through the doorway   Swinging her whole body like it's her day   'Grinin at your smile if she sees you   Like she been-there-done-that and it ain't true      Cause she's 'spendin dollars at the dime store   Ain't nobody fool enough to stop her   Yeah she spendin dollars at the dime store   'Runnin 'outta credit 'til she get more      People 'lookin at her funny but she don't care   Got some blue extensions for her red hair   Gallon of mascara for a buck five   'Savin as she's 'spendin on the good life      'Mornin is at midnight when she 'round town   Cock-a-doodle-doo and find a new clown   Wants to take her home but she be too smart   Cause she on a mission when the beat starts      (Chorus)   Yeah she got her demons on the dance floor   'Doin the devil's duty to defeat her   'Stompin out her demons on the dance floor   'Kickin all her sorrows out the back door   [Repeat]      Dreams of French vanilla when she's in bed   Always superstitious when she wears red   Has a secret fetish for cartoon porn   Keeps a naked Martian in her top drawer      Yaking through the sunrise on her cell phone   Says she was a baby when she left home   Cussing like a sailor over e-mail   'Bout the man who hit her now he's in jail      Put stuff in her body that she regrets   Always 'puffin on another cigarette   'Tryin to straighten out and get her life on   Studies for a license at the salon      On the broke-and-narrow for the long haul   Only 'eatin ramen from the strip mall   Can't afford a cover but she's got friends   Every night the bouncer lets her sneak in      (Chorus)      Sorrows out the back door   Demons on the dance floor   Sorrows out the back door   Demons on the dance floor