Name Unknown

The waitress walking with big fat hips,
who pays the rent on all her tips,
walks down the glitter on the Sunset Strip,
and wears red lipstick on her lips.

She wants to move back to New York City,
where once her mama had slapped her silly,
'cuz all her life she'd been so pretty,
and boys loved her from the real nitty-gritty.

She looks up at the big blue sky,
and it melts into the colour of her eyes,
she breathes in and the years fly by,
she never feels alive tho she's twenty-five.

At twelve years old she liked glam and sleaze,
she burned all and any rock n' roll cd's,
and memorized the lyrics to Thin Lizzy,
and rolled like a stone to live like a gypsy.

She played her life like truth or dare,
she bought stocking and even bleached her hair,
her life rolled by and she never cared,
now she barely has money to pay for bus fare.

There goes the lady with the pale white skin,
who still plays life and never wins.
Nobody loves her not even her kin,
and she's on her own all over again.

She takes out the key to her lonely home,
it's a place to live but not exactly home,
as soon as she's in, she picks up the phone,
to purchase some merch and she won't feel so alone.

Taking it into her vein; the feel so sublime,
or salivating before her lips hit the pipe,
recuperating as the hourglass ticks by,
'till she's all better and right on time.

Wearing more make-up than ever before,
she's hating her life but has to walk out the door,
this is all she has but wants even more,
'cuz to her family she's just nothin' but a whore.