The Face for It

She's drunk and alone
and she can't get a cab.
She just wants to get home
and her man to get back.
This city makes you lose that pretty face.
What's a girl like you doing in this shitty place?
There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit
but she doesn't have the face for it.
There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit
she just steps back, shakes a bit, jumps in and keeps on taking it.
Trying to walk straight while she's digging through her purse
in her short, short skirt.
Trying to walk straight while she's digging through her purse
in her short, short skirt.
Yelling on the voicemail
while he's never really there.
Screaming on the voicemail
but he never really cares.
This city makes you lose that pretty face.
What's a girl like you doing in this shitty place?
There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit
but she doesn't have the face for it.
There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit
she just steps back, shakes a bit, jumps in and keeps on taking it.
It is time to leave
but she couldn't find her keys.
She decided, she tried to leave,
but she couldn't find her keys.
Yelling on the voicemail
while he's never really there.
Crying on the voicemail
but he never really cares.
There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit.
There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit.