Debutante you dress far beyond your means
Slipping through your routine
Pretending it's a dream
You sit with them, and suffer men to speak
How far down do you have to go to be flavor of the week?
You're in, you're out
You're stoned and beautiful
You run your mouth
You're so exed out
Such a pretty girl
You're in, you're out
You're all exed out
Do your dirty pretty hands ever stop shaking?
Slick with all the abuse your conscience keeps taking
And does the losing man ever know when he's lost you?
And do your dirt pretty hands ever stop at all?