She had a passive passion
Hidden deep inside her soul
She clearly didn't need it
But she chose not to be alone
Her perfume smelled of coffee
And cheap cigarettes
She was tragically beautiful
With just two hair barrettes
She liked bangles that would
Jangle and headphones on her head
Tank tops, jeans, and cowboy boots
To go dancing with the dead
Metal music, whiskey shots,
And hot rod Corvettes.
She was tragically beautiful
With just two hair barrettes
And she dances like rain drops
On the windshields of cars
She's the one at 2:00 AM
Who's closing down the bars
Through it all she selling
Piles of fortune and fame
But the damnedest thing about this
She doesn't know my name
And she doesn't know my name
I tired to keep up with her paces
And take it all in stride
The only thing she left me with
Was heartbroken pride
I did the very best I could
And still I lost all my bets
She's still tragically beautiful
With just two hair barrettes
And she dances like rain drops
On the windshields of cars
She's the one at 2:00 AM
Who's closing down the bars
Through it all she selling
Piles of fortune and fame
But the damnedest thing about this
She doesn't know my name
And she doesn't know my name
She never stayed too long in places
Never took those small vacations
She didn't want to get caught up
In someone's miscommunications
She's living wild and free
Without any regrets
She's tragically beautiful
With just two hair barrettes
I know she's still beautiful
With just two hair barrettes
Tragically beautiful with
Two blue hair barrettes