She cries into her pillow every night running mascara, oh what a sight she's hurt again just the same as before used and abused then shown the door she's got a reputation, you'd think she'd learn everybody knows that she does a turn she feels so dirty, she feels so cheap she knows she'll do it with any old creep
Anytime, anyplace or anywhere in a house or a car, she doesn't care she's got to have it, to have it now got to get her kicks no matter how looking around to see who might do the boys in the know all form a queue last night another man, another broken heart another slap in the face, she's branded a tart
Cost her all her friends and her family too her head keeps spinning, doesn't know what to do she looks in the mirror but it makes her feel low she wants to give it up but she can't say no she's hurt again just the same as before used and abused then shown the door she's hurt again just the same as before used and abused then shown the door she's hurt again just the same as before used and abused then shown the door