Mark Eitzel Chanel No. 5
All the sweet mouth really wanted Just fell from her grip The worst hell you can drag your soul through Is trying to make all the lies stick
You might as well not make an effort Lots of bills lying around unpaid Still I guess some things seem better than Lying in a bed an old child made
She's got her Walkman on She's got Chanel Number Five Look at her walk She's holding her head upright Wants to show she's got some pride To the headlights
All over town people looking for Their little piece of goodnight Maybe it's finally time
To turn away from the light All her sweet mouth really wanted Was lost in her smile And her soul just lost the taste that makes Any good lie worthwhile
I know I never asked you to read their minds So why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway You think maybe someday if you're good They'll let you disappear from the scene But nothing can hide a beating
She's got her Walkman on She's got Chanel Number Five Look at her walk She's holding her head upright Wants to show she's got some pride To the headlights Doesn't she look good
