Little Miss S. Lyrics - Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians

Shooting up junk in the bathroom 

Makin' it with punks on the floor 

Livin' the scene out of her Limousine 

Little Miss S. in her mini dress 

Living it up to die, in a blink of the public eye 

Day glo paint on an electric chair 

Electric dye in her lover's hair 

A pretty sight in the middle of the night 

Made up for everyone to see 

Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without life 

The village idiots in her bed 

Never cared that her eyes were red 

Never cared that her brain was dead 

In the hours that her face was alive 

It was a thing just to be by her side 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without life 

Hey, alright 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without life 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without 

You got a lot of livin' to do without life 

Hey, alright, okay, alright, okay, okay 

It's alright