Lunch

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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

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