Girl from West of Easy Street

Uh-uh. She looks at you like you owe her money. Black boots on

a clean, white line. Everybody wants to own her. Nobody wants to

ask her why. Lipstick, gloss, nails, black.

Best smoky eye you ever did see. She don't fit in your little

boxes. She don't pass your purity test. You think she's all yours.

But you're all the same. One wrong step. And she's back in the game.

She's too dark for your daydreams. Too much fire for the prom queens.

She don't bend. She don't sweet talk. She lives west of Easy Street.