Cries through the night, She chocked on Malboro lites
She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild
A typical nineteen's child
A typical nineteen's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, shell throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen
Cries through the night, She chocked on malboro lites
Pure charm and grace, 'hates her pretty face.
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul,
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen
Cries through the night, She chocked on malboro lites
Pure charm and grace, 'hates her pretty face.
Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul,
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She takes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
She takes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
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