All the powder and paint that hides her sweet face isnt her as she really should be Shes distant and cold but under it all shes the same girl that used to love me All the booze drinking men she calles her friends Arent the friends she used to bring home Shes not what shes been called and under it all Shes the same girl that Ive always known She may dance too close too long and do some things that seem wrong Or seem hard and bad and thats whats so sad cause shes soft down under it all All the things that she says and the way she may dress Doesnt mean shes really gone bad Shes not really at fault and under it all shes really quite homesick and sad Shes not really at fault and under it all shes really quite homesick and sad
shes, really, homesick, sad, calles