Tracy Had a Hard Day

People are paper mache.
People and the games they play.
I'm going off on a fantastic voyage
and i wont let anything bother me.
We'll be too happy to worry
Living from day to day.
All my friends are beautiful people.
People are paper mache
People and the things they say.
And I get hurt so easily.
If Tracy want to know I'm gone,
before I left I paid all her bills.
I finally couldn't take it anymore.
I'm tired of telling her speed kills.
Tracy had a hard day Sunday.
She had to be herself,
and no one else.
Tracy had a hard day Sunday, oh yeah.
Her parents came to town to visit.
She cleaned out her medicine chest
She vacuumed the sofa and all the rest
Acting so prim and proper
Taking the money they had to offer
Smiling when they finally went away.
People are paper mache.
She lit her candle at both ends
started flipping out on Monday
There's not another boy in town
That she can go on through
There's not another kick that's new.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
She has a very long way to fall.
I tried to help her but she just wouldn't listen.
Tracy had a hard day Sunday
She had to be herself
and no one else
Tracy had a hard day Sunday, oh yeah.