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Published on Aug 8, 2008
On nights like this When the world's a bit amiss And the lights go down Across the trailer park I get down, I feel had I feel on the verge of going mad And then it's time to punch the clock
I put on some make-up And turn on the tape deck And pull 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 look up from my Vermouth on the rocks The gift wrapped wig still in the box Of towering velveteen
I put on some make-up Some LaVern Baker I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963 Until I wake up And I turn back to myself
Some girls they have natural ease They wear it any way they please With their French flip curls And perfumed magazines Wear it up, let it down This is the best way that I've found To be the best you've ever seen
I put on some make-up Turn on the eight-tack I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett From TV Until I wake up And I turn back to myself
Shag, bi-level, bob Dorothy Hamill do, Sausage curl, chicken wings It's all because of you With your blow dried, feather backed Toni home wave, too Flip, for, frizz, flop It's all because of you It's all because of you It's all because of you
I put on some make-up Turn up the eight track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm this punk rock star Of stage and screen And I ain't never I'm never turning back