motmitten

I put on some make-up, turn on the tape deck and put the wig back on my head. Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen. Until I head home and I put myself to bed. I look back on where I'm from, look at the woman I've become. And the strangest things seem suddenly routine.
I put on some make-up, turn on the eight track. I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf. Suddenly I'm Miss Punk Rock Star, Of stage and screen. And I ain't ever,
I'm never turning back.