Chanel No. 5

All the sweet mouth really wanted



Just fell from her grip



The worst hell you can drag your soul through



Is trying to make all the lies stick



You might as well not make an effort



Lots of bills lying around unpaid



Still I guess some things seem better than



Lying in a bed an old child made



She's got her Walkman on



She's got Chanel Number Five



Look at her walk



She's holding her head upright



Wants to show she's got some pride



To the headlights



All over town people looking for



Their little piece of goodnight



Maybe it's finally time



To turn away from the light



All her sweet mouth really wanted



Was lost in her smile



And her soul just lost the taste that makes



Any good lie worthwhile



I know I never asked you to read their minds



So why did you have to go ahead and do it anyway



You think maybe someday if you're good



They'll let you disappear from the scene



But nothing can hide a beating



She's got her Walkman on



She's got Chanel Number Five



Look at her walk



She's holding her head upright



Wants to show she's got some pride



To the headlights



Doesn't she look good