She sits at the bar wetting her lips
The thoughts of the hour took a lifetime to live.
Thirty some years and nothing has changed.
The same insecure child with her last husband’s name
A wedding and a baby some time ago.
She can almost remember what it’s like to be loved.
She spent her money and now her money’s all gone,
her body till broke busted, bankrupt, used up
a whore.
She has a list a mile long
of who's to blame for her woes
and the cure to what ails her,
she swallows down hard only to live in the illusion of beauty again.
Lyrics By- Michelle Price off of Songs about Songs 1998
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