Tuesdays Too Late To Be Good
He picks me up in his car at night tells me I'm pretty and that he likes the way he feels by my side he don't know me and sometimes when he looks at me he catches something fast and something fierce a restless hunger deep inside there are some things you just can't hide I'll never be the kind of girl who'll wals or talk or act like I should Do what I've gotta in a man's world I'm a little too rough - but its too late to be good Pink and lace and my heels are high My mother says I'll get in trouble some night But this town don't scare me, I handle it heroically If they think I've got a problem, well the world's at fault Miss Right is something for role models Where do you find a self image I can be soft, can have a hard edge Let them say that I'm, I'm just too wild to tame 'Cause when I go, baby, I'm gona go down in flames
