Learned to mix a drink at 11 years
Learned to keep 'em sorry
With them fake pearl tears
Wild little runaway lipstick lowlife
Tiger by his swagger, gonna make a pretty housewife
Haven't called the trailer since you hitched that ride
Flicking off your daddy as he wailed inside
Watched his shooting star burn a hole in the dirt
You were just laughing in a cutoff shirt
Sometimes you feel it when you're scrubbing off your makeup
And sometimes you feel it first thing when you wake up
To think you started out as someone's little girl
It's a mean machine, this lonely world
There was beauty in the bible when you were a babe
There was light in the kitchen before 7th grade
You saw a little victory in the golden rule
Damn all the kids in the new high school
'Cause they started looking at ya like he once did
A lust you'd come to know straight from the crib
You never heard the truth is gonna get you high
And all those other girls were just so dry
Sometimes you feel it when you're scrubbing off your makeup
And sometimes you feel it first thing when you wake up
To think you started out as someone's little girl
It's a mean machine, this lonely world
Still mixing more than drinks these last few years
Still find some sort of link with them fake pearl tears
Never caught your tiger, but you're sure he's waiting
You got some heat but your fire is fading
Gonna make the call, you gonna walk away?
Same old stuff you pulled out yesterday
Well honey, it's a blessing and a curse - you know it
Your lips are shut, but your ass is showing
Sometimes you feel it when you're scrubbing off your makeup
And sometimes you feel it first thing when you wake up
To think you started out as someone's little girl
It's a mean machine, this lonely world