All the powder and paint that hides her sweet face
Isn't her as she really should be
She's distant and cold, but under it all
She's the same girl that used to love me
All the booze-drinking men she calls her friends
Aren't the friends she used to bring
Oh, she's not what she's been called
And under it all, she's the same girl that I've always known
She may dance too close and too long
And do some things that she's never done

That seem wrong
Or seem hard and bad
And that's what some say
Cause she's so down under it all
All the things that she says
And the way she may dress
Doesn't mean she's really true
She's not really at fault
And under it all
She's really quite homesick and sad
She's not really at fault
And under it all
She's really quite homesick and sad
She's really quite homesick and sad