Sad Style - The Pink Spiders

She could be the one who wraps her arms around you

Always in a rush, don’t ever have the time

She would be the one to penetrate the whole room

Never has a free hand, never pays the tab

Always gonna run, always gonna run

Gonna run away from me

She’s been in the sun drinkin' coke and rum

Talkin' about anarchy

And nobody nobody loves her in the daytime

Nobody sees her when the sun shines

«She's all alone.»

they’ll say, «And that’s how she’s gonna stay.»

See her at the bar like she could be there all night

She don’t have a care right, she don’t have a job

Everybody see her, love her and then leave her

Someone else’ll feel her, come give her a ride

Nobody nobody’s diggin' on her sad style

Nobody’s fallin' for that drunk smile

This little dynamite, it’s like this every night

That black mascara survives all the distress of a perilous night

Alone as she heaves, alone as she sighs

All the distress of a perilous night