Three AM, cold bathroom floor
It's been her bed too many times before
In here there's make-up to cover bruises
These Band-aids are the jewelry she always wore
He's sound asleep but his work is clear
The swollen proof is staring back from her mirror
His wallet's there, she don't miss a thing
She takes the cash, leaves her ring
She runs without a single plan
Her whole new life is in one hand
All she had
Was a little money and some lipstick
She couldn't buy
Much more than a one-way ticket but she'd look good doing it
Time for a little money and some lipstick
Better that than this loaded gun
Either way, he'll learn
She had to swallow pride for years
Now anger swallows all her fears
As the Greyhound swallows highway
The nightmare she's been living disappears
He thinks his name on bills and credit cards
Are keys to the prison he guards
He thinks there's power in possessions
But he's too weak to own her heart
He controlled the keys and bank accounts
But he still can't hold her down
All she needs
Is a little money and some lipstick
She couldn't buy
Much more than a one-way ticket but she'd look good doing it
Time for a little money and some lipstick
Better that than this loaded gun
Either way, he'll learn
He tried to own her with his fists
Now handcuffs bite into his wrists
She's finally sleeping peaceful
On a bus to freedom and healing scars
While he is waking up behind bars
All she had to her name was her name she swore
It won't be his no more
All she had
Was a little money and some lipstick
She couldn't buy
Much more than a one-way ticket but she'd look good doing it
Time for a little money and some lipstick
Better that than this loaded gun
Either way, he'll learn
Either way, he'll learn