Sad Style

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