Out of her mouth it came as no surprise Lipstick stained on whip-cream lies I feel that if I had been uglier It would have been easier There it sat, blinked, and spat In a black feather hat And said "the rat" Like a red bouquet slim swinger It would have fit her better but no red letter No red letter But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake But she wants to be a better singer Swing the Heartache Just for her sake
