Shivaree - Lunch Lyrics
Its not black enough to see where any white isSo Ill wait another hour for you and your designer jeansAnd I remember you as heartless as a freewayAnd I wonder if the time will make your eyes like angelynesWill you shuffle to your seat, greasy head and ***** feetAnd your expensive hands are swinging all your beverly keysThe latest color on you lips and theres a satchel at your hipsAnd its all full of broken barbie dolls and disassembled dreamsIf you dont want for them to hate you cause you beautifulHow can you want them all to love you for the same thingFor the same thingYou went and left you license on the car seatYou had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your nameAnd then he handed you a tambourine and whistledNo matter what they call you by, the meaning stays the sameNow your shotgun on the floor, your windows just a doorRiding backward cross state lines in high heels that they made you wearYour steamers in the trunk, its all loaded up with junkLike lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the stingYou dont want for them to hate you because youre beautifulHow can you want them all to love you for the same thingNow your shotgun on the floor, your windows just a doorRiding backward cross state lines in high heels that they made you wearYour steamers in the trunk, its all loaded up with junkLike lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the stingYou dont want for them to hate you be cause youre beautifulHow can you want them all to love you
