Standing on the edge of morning, scent of sex and new found glory
playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away, she's feeling worthless,
used again but nothing's different.
She'd stay the night, but knows he doesn't care.
Home by three a deafening quiet.
The porch light's off, yes they forgot it.
She'd cry herself to sleep, but she don't dare.
And she just wants to hear she's beautiful.
Shes Beautiful.
