Lucinda Williams - Little Rock Star
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It's clear you have a death wish
And from what I hear, your latest dish
Lives for you and scares you half to death
You bend over backwards to make a statement
Hang from the rafters and lick the pavement
Split your lip and barely catch your breath
Your lovely eyes, they close like petals
Your sweet surprise could win you medals
You strut your stuff and fan your peacock feathers
Even if you fake it to get attention
Whatever it'll take to get them to listen
Piss on your designer boots and designer leathers
Hey Little Rock Star, what don't you see
This is not all that it's cracked up to be
And I can't say I blame you
For throwing the towel in or buying more fame
by cashing your chips in
But with all your talent, and so much to gain
To toss it away like that wou