she might have been a nice girl if she hadn't had a draggy mother she might have been a good chickif she hadn't had a rotten father she might have played the right hunchif she hadn't been so narrow-minded she might have had a whole bunchif she hadn't been so far behind itoh does it hurt when you know you can't play it the way that your beau knowsoh does it hurt when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knowsand you know that that's the way that the show goes and you know it really has to go onshe drank the army's red wineumbut she never found a moment's pleasure she smelled the salty sea brinebut she never found the buried treasure she might have played the chords rightbut the song was never meant for singing she might have really broke loosebut she never made it past the clinging i can see that it hurts when you know you can't playit the way that your beau knowsi can see that it hurts when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knowsand you know that that's the way that the show goes and you know it really has to go onahahahahahahahahahahshe may have been a good, good, good girla good girl, a good girlmight have been a nice girl, a nice girlwell what can you say, well what can you say about her girlShe might have had her mother and her father's graveShe takes me back to days of fashion showWhat can you sayWhat can you say about a nice girl, a nice girlA good girl, a good girlI said a nice girl, a nice girlShe might have had her mother and her father's graveWhat can you sayShe takes me back to days of fashion showWhat can you say