She likes stealing from Salvation Army
She said it makes her feel like the movies
I bat her eyes with a crooked smile
Wondering why the hell I'm here
This ain't like any film that I recall
This ain't exactly the Italian job
This kind of * is for soccer moms
Dying to be young again
She's dancing around the room
In her teeter-printer bodysuit
Roll the credits when the scene is through
I'm the story of a messed up kid
She tells me I got a problem
With my life
With drinking
With love going out on the weekends
Throws me the keys with a pretty please
And wonders if I'll drive her home
Think if she knew my weakness
She'd try and help me to beat it
That's why I love her so
Since Roe and Oak
I don't take her out to shop no more
She's dancing around the room
In her teeter-printer bodysuit
Roll the credits when the scene is through
I'm the story of a messed up kid
She likes stealing from Salvation Army
She says it makes her feel like the movies
Battered eyes with her crooked smile
Wondering why the hell I pay
She's dancing around the room
In her teeter-printer bodysuit
a painted body slung
Verl the credits when the scene is through
We're on a story of a messed up kid
She's dancing around the room
In her cheated-printed body slung
Verl the credits when the scene is through
We're on a story of a messed-up kid
Verl the credits when the scene is through
We're on a story of a messed-up kid
Oh-oh
Thank you.