Sweetheart Surgery Who's That Girl
She pretty well dressed she pretty well dressed
A fragile bird dashed against her chest
A falling stars only hits her palm
Her heart is a storm her face is a calm
She pretty good looking for her years
Her style was trying not to show her tears
She walk away without saying a word
She'll be your sad song final chord
Wo-o-o-oh she doesn't know, she can't understand where to
go
Wa-a-a-ah she gads about across the streets and she's in
the pouts
But nobody listens to her on a lifelong sheets with a
blur
But clouds are closing her sky this night can't cover her
cry
She think about the better days
She has a freckles on her face
She never tells you she's not okay
She tried to leave but then decided to stay
So here it comes another night
Another awful cause to fight
An anxious ring a terrible thought
She's tired of endless cold and caught
Who's that girl who's that girl who's that giiirl
