Betty

You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart
You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark
In the shape of Canada
That you try to keep a secret
You got a quick, clack walk and a cold hard stare
And if your eyes could talk, they’d say they just don’t care
Before they wander off
To hide inside their sockets
You’ve got your scars and you’ve got your birthmarks
You’ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You’ve got your secrets, you’ve got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life
You won’t be no one’s daughter and a drunk man’s wife
If a wife at all, it’s a silly institution
Or so you keep insisting
You’ve got your scars and you’ve got your birthmarks
You’ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You’ve got your secrets, you’ve got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You’re cool, coy, about your strawberry hip
It’s you that’s hidden by the expectations
We want to see you
Won’t you show us where to start?
You’re talking trash with your red liquor lips
It’s skews the tempo in the conversation
Sweet Betty
Won’t you show us who you are?
You’ve got your scars and you’ve got your birthmarks
You’ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey
You’ve got your secrets, you’ve got your regrets
Darling, we all do
You’ve got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart