She loves almost as good as she lies
She pretends almost as hard as she tries
Desperation she wears it so well
Flips on her electric light like ringing a bell
Reached into her purse to pull out her disguise
Put it on her lips and she put it on her eyes
A little lonesome would do her some good
She’d only come out at night if she could
She’s her daddy’s karma
And her mother’s suit of armor
The bright light in a man’s dark eyes
Saved all her money wasting all of her time
She’s the kind of woman
Only a town like this could produce
Just mean enough to hang a man
Just kind enough to cut the noose
She does it the hard way
Or she don’t do it at all
Dirty little lover
Who you gonna call