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She's the kind of lady that calls everybody baby

Honey sugar sweetie she's always making friends

And she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather
skin

She always starts with a smile it's small and butter
yellow

But easier than a handshake doesn't like her hands
touched

She tans alot gets burnt alot smoking through the
cartons

But then gets put out so much she's considered a
bargain

She was born on the fourth of july with her hand on her
heart

Loves america & being patronized no one ever told her
to guard her heart

She was an angel for halloween once but never again

And for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons

They always tell her they love her.

She used to believe in innocence until she lost it

And spent a long summer riding the trains

She has cats and collectors plates to keep her sane

Watching tv in her favorite chair...both of which are
rented

She's alone and surrounds herself with loners

Her life is a loan lent out to anyone who will own her

Waiting for the night to sweep her off her feet while
she mops the bathroom floor

Hoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her right

But they're both a gamble and she's been a loser all
her life

And if she had a nickel for every time she's been
punched and kicked

She'd put it together with her camel cash try to buy
some happiness

They always tell her they love her but then they take
something from her.

She would always show us her dreams

They were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too
tight

Scattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls
covered in butterflies

She's got love in her heart for her babies and hope in
her mind for tomorrow

And blood on her hands that only she sees holding the
last bit of time that's borrowed

But you never know where that heart has been and we'll
never know how hard it's been

I wanna cut open my chest and let her in but that won't
fix what needs to mend

And she stands there unlit cigarette in hand

Filling up that empty hole with anything that'll pour

Insides hanging out like a flare warning.

There's beauty in that pain can you see it?

She's crashing through life with seat belt hands

One accident away from a miracle

And there's an honesty there but i can't take it all in

She hides the worst of it in the wrinkles

That's the ache you get when there's no where else to
go.

And she's got no where else to go she doesn't want to
go there.

So i promise i'll go with her.

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