Mama always said, "You can tell more about a woman by what's inside

The purse that she carries and the man that she marries," and I gotta say she might be right

Sometimes the window to your soul is just something that you hold, a piece of leather keeping it together

Yeah, Mama always said you could tell a lot about a woman by what's inside

I got an old parking ticket that I'm never gonna pay

And an empty liquor bottle from an airplane

Got a lighter that I borrowed from a cowboy in Texas

Still got the spare key to my ex's Lexus

A can of dry shampoo and a toothpaste tube

For nights I don't make it home

Add the Advil to that and a couple red flags

Yeah, you could say I'm going to hell in a handbag

Yeah, I'll pour it all out on the table right now, hey, y'all, I got nothing to hide

Might get a few looks for the flask full of Tito's and packets of Pedialyte

You can say you don't get it, you can mind your own business

At the end of the day, there's no shame in my game

I'll pour it all out on the table right now

Hey, y'all, I got nothing to hide

I got an old parking ticket that I'm never gonna pay

And an empty liquor bottle from an airplane

Got a lighter that I borrowed from a cowboy in Texas

Still got the spare key to my ex's Lexus

A can of dry shampoo and a toothpaste tube

For nights I don't make it home

Add the Advil to that and a couple red flags

Yeah, you could say I'm going to hell in a handbag

I got a poker chip from Vegas that I never cashed in

And there's that other earring I've been missing

I got an old parking ticket that I'm never gonna pay

And an empty liquor bottle from an airplane

Got a lighter that I borrowed from a cowboy in Texas

Still got the spare key to my ex's Lexus

A can of dry shampoo and a toothpaste tube

For nights I don't make it home

Add the Advil to that and a couple red flags

Yeah, you could say I'm going to hell in a handbag

Going to hell in a handbag