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It's not black enough to see where any white is So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans And I remember you as heartless as a freeway And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like Angelynes Will you shuffle to your seat, greasy head and naked feet And your expensive hands are swinging all your Beverly keys The latest color on you lips and there's a satchel at your hips And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls and disassembled dreams If you don't want for them to hate you cause you beautiful How can you want them all to love you for the same thing For the same thing You went and left you license on the car seat You had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your name And then he handed you a tambourine and whistled No matter what they call you by, the meaning stays the same Now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a door Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting You don't want for them to hate you because you're beautiful How can you want them all to love you for the same thing Now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a door Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with junk Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting You don't want for them to hate you be cause you're beautiful How can you want them all to love you