Betty

You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark In the shape of Canada That you try to keep a secret You got a quick clack walk and a cold hard stare And if your eyes could talk they'd say they just don't care Before they wander off To hide inside their sockets You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey You've got your secrets You've got your regrets Darling, we all do You got a fool-proof plan for a lonely life You won't be no one's daughter and no drunk man's wife If a wife at all It's a silly institution Or so you keep insisting You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey You've got your secrets You've got your regrets Darling, we all do You're cool coy, 'bout your strawberry hip It's you that's hidden by the expectations We want to see you, won't you show us where to start? You're talking trash with your replica lips It's you that tickle in the conversation Sweet Betty, won't you show us who you are? You've got your scars and you've got your birthmarks You've got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey You've got your secrets You've got your regrets Darling, we all do You've got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart