she's got her black dress on, hoping to find a boy who's so blind he won't see right through her. and he'll tell all his friends something he won't forget but she'll be gone just as soon as he rests his head she's got a story to tell every morning, after the drugs are gone and the booze is pouring out her pores. and her makeup's smeared on the pillow, and he can still smell her perfume. she's not thinking about tomorrow, but today, when she'll find another fool to make her feel worth the drinks they'll drink that night.