Too Late To Be Good

He picks me up in his car at night

Tells me I'm pretty and that he likes

The way he feels by my side

He don't know me

And sometimes when he looks at me

He catches something fast and something fierce

A restless hunger deep inside

There are some things you just can't hide

I'll never be the kind of girl

Who'll wals or talk or act like I should

Do what I've gotta in a man's world

I'm a little too rough - but its too late to be good

Pink and lace and my heels are high

My mother says I'll get in trouble some night

But this town don't scare me, I handle it heroically

If they think I've got a problem, well the world's at fault

Miss Right is something for role models

Where do you find a self image

I can be soft, can have a hard edge

Let them say that I'm, I'm just too wild to tame

'Cause when I go, baby, I'm gona go down in flames