Sackcloth And Ashes

She looks pretty good in blue she's worn it out alot you look good on paper too when actually you're not she's not looking anymore for someone to feel sorry for so don'cha come round no more she's got pretty fake eye-lashes slanted plastic glasses everyone who passes says she looks beautiful but don't even think about asking her to dance cause in your sackcloth and ashes you're never gonna have a chance sackcloth and ashes. She smeared you with her fingerprints just because she could she's not sorry for her sins as long as she looks good how can she have so much fun knowing all the things she's done she's bad, she's strong, or maybe she's stupid but she's got pretty party dresses manic-panic tresses

she believes that less ls more where you're concerned and you can only dream about the places that she's been cause in your sackcloth and ashes they're never gonna let you in one day maybe you'll be way beyond this silly habit yo've put on tough and strong enough and wrong and wrong enough for long enough to belong there but till that day comes along you'll be sullen and regretful querulous and fretful carrying a head full of evil thoughts and there'll be lots of girls and people who want to know where you stand but in your sackcloth and ashes you'll never make them understand... sackcloth and ashes sackcloth and ashes sackcloth and ashes they're never gonna understand.