Tired of Being Blonde

She left the credit cards under her goodbye note

"All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wrote

Keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the den

Left in the '70 Dodge that he drove her in

She wasn't angry

She wasn't sad

She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had

Tired of being blonde

Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals

Tired of being blonde

Tired of living up to all he expected

Tired of being blonde

Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run

Tired of being blonde

Tired of letting her dreams go neglected

She used to love to know she rounded out his world

She used to live to be all he ever loved in a girl

And he liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute

Guess she decided she'd been too long away from her roots

She wasn't crazy

No, she wasn't mad

She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had

She was tired of being blonde

Tired of changing her life just to match the color of the sun

Tired of being blonde

Tired of all the platinum frustration

Tired of being blonde

Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine

Tired of being blonde

Tired of chasing all the latest sensations

She wasn't angry, no no

She wasn't sad

She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had

She was tired of being blonde

Tired of living a live that had only been planned by one

Tired of being blonde

Tired of coping with the desperation

She was tired of being blonde

Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run

Tired of being blonde

Tired of hiding her own inclinations

She was tired of being blonde

Tired of changing her life just to match the color of the sun

Tired of being blonde

Tired of chasing all the latest sensations

She was tired of being blonde

Tired of being blonde

She was tired of being blonde

Tired of being blonde

Tired of being blonde

Tired of being blonde