good as she could be |
|
Well
she was a millionaire |
Before
she was fourteen |
But
there was an emptiness there |
That
to practically everyone else could be seen |
She
hit up on the drug of love |
Though
there was no hole in her arm |
There
was a hole some place else |
About
as big as dady 10.000 acre farm |
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CHORUS: |
Oh,
she was dying for it |
For
all the world to see |
Ah,
she was as good as she could be |
|
Well
she had a baby at eighteen |
Never
finished high school |
Her
husband beat her for money and sex |
Till
that cadillac finally ran out of fuel |
One
disaster led to another |
Down
to her and her baby son |
Born
with a silver spoon in her mouth |
Headed
south now |
Cause
she was never born to run |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
REPEAT
CHORUS |
|
Well
her momma died last year |
And
her daddy he called her back home |
But
when he opened the door |
He
could not recognize |
This
spectre of hair and bone |
But
it was his own baby child |
Though
she looked like an old woman now |
Well
she lived ten lifetimes in five years |
Anywhere
that the law would allow |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
REPEAT
CHORUS |
Yeah,
she was good as she could be |
Ah,
she was good as she could be |