Brett Anderson Elegant
My elegant girl slept on designer sheets
Her sugar free words swayed to a hightech beat
With crazy stories of hatred and hurt
People's feelings were crushed in the dirt
My elegant girl she drips out with the leaves
Gave no interviews in her tennis shoes
Well there's no excuse for infamy
From their college towns
To the overground
People hung on every word she breathed
My elegant girl moved with the hippest crowds
Whose colorful words were bright but never loud
Gave no interviews, in her mohair suits
Well there's no excuse for infamy
From their college towns
To their roundabouts
People hung on every word they breathed
When they're money's gone
What's gonna keep you warm
Can't find anyone to take its place
When you ain't got anything
Except your aspirin
Just remember who you stepped on when
You were an elegant girl
Who cried expensive tears
But now your sugar free words
Are fading with the years
