My elegant girl slept on designer sheets Her sugar free words swayed to a hightech beat With crazy stories of hatred and hurt Peoples feelings were crushed in the dirt My elegant girl she drips out with the leaves Gave no interviews in her tennis shoes Well theres no excuse for infamy From their college towns To the overground People hung on every word she breathed My elegant girl moved with the hippest crowds Whose colorful words were bright but never loud Gave no interviews, in her mohair suits Well theres no excuse for infamy From their college towns To their roundabouts People hung on every word they breathed When theyre moneys gone Whats gonna keep you warm Cant find anyone to take its place When you aint got anything Except your aspirin Just remember who you stepped on when You were an elegant girl Who cried expensive tears But now your sugar free words Are fading with the years
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