Clara Bow

I didn't use you, but I wish I had

I never liked you, but I wish I did

But I wish I did

Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea

Or your southern hospitality

Your voice has a sing-song quality

And bones were made to be broken

And bones were made to be broken

Yes, all right, I can

With sunburned lips I can bitch

Yes, all right, I can

With sunburned lips I can bitch

About another stupid summer

About another stupid summer

About another stupid summer

About another stupid summer

Paste eaters like this sad season

Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues

And bite your heavy tongues

Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea

Or your southern hospitality

Your voice has a sing-song quality

And bones were made to be broken

And bones were made to be broken

Yes, all right, I can

With sunburned lips I can bitch

Yes, all right, I can

With sunburned lips I can bitch

About another stupid summer

About another stupid summer

About another stupid summer

About another stupid summer