She likes stealing from Salvation ArmyShe said it makes her feel like the moviesI bat her eyes with a crooked smileWondering why the hell I'm hereThis ain't like any film that I recallThis ain't exactly the Italian jobThis kind of * is for soccer momsDying to be young againShe's dancing around the roomIn her cheetah print bodysuitRoll the credits when the singing is throughI'm a story of a messed up kidShe tells me I got a problemWith my lifeWith drinkingWith love going out on the weekendsThrows me the keys with a pretty pleaseAnd wonders if I'll drive her homeThink if she knew my weaknessShe'd try and help me to beat itThat's why I love her soSince Roe and OakI don't take her out to shop no moreShe's dancing around the roomIn her cheetah print bodysuitRoll the credits when the singing is throughI'm a story of a messed up kidShe's dancing around the roomI'm a story of a messed up kidShe likes stealing from Salvation ArmyShe said it makes her feel like the moviesBattered her eyes with a crooked smileWondering why the hell I'm hereShe's dancing around the roomIn her cheetah print bodysuitRoll the credits when the singing is throughI'm a messed up kidRoll the credits when the singing is throughI'm a story of a messed up kidRoll the credits when the singing is throughI'm a story of a messed up kidRoll the credits when the singing is throughRoll the credits when the singing is throughThank you.