It's not black enough to see where any white is
   So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans
   And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
   And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like Angelynes
   Will you shuffle to your seat
   Greasy head and naked feet
   And your expensive hands are swinging all your Beverly keys
   The latest color on you lips and there's a satchel at your hips
   And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls
   And disassembled dreams
   If you don't want for them to hate you cause you beautiful
   How can you want them all to love you for the same thing
  
  
   You went and left you license on the car seat
   Had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your name and then
   He handed you a tambourine and whistled
   No matter what they call you by
   The meaning stays the same
   And now your shotgun on the floor
   Your window's just a door
   Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear
   Your steamers in the trunk
   And it's all loaded up with junk
   Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting
   If you don't want for them to hate you cause your beautiful
   How can you want them all to love you for the same thing