Lunch Lyrics - I Oughtta Give You A Shot... - Shivaree

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 colors on your lip, 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 because you're beautiful 

How can you want them all to love you for the same thing? 

For the same thing 

You went and left your license on the car seat 

You 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, it's all loaded up with junk 

Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting 

You don't want for them to hate you because you're beautiful 

How can you want them all to love you for the same thing? 

For the same thing