Tire Tracks And Broken Hearts
Another aimless day
Another useless night
I want peroxide hair
I want some neon lights
I've got a new life waiting
I can't wait to begin it
The thing that gets me down of being young in this town
Is, there's no future in it
What happened to your face, Amos?
Nothin'
I told my dad last night that I ain't workin' in that hell-hole of a factory
And endin' up a down-beat nobody like him
And he hit you?
Ain't the first time
This town is going crazy
And I'm going crazy with it
Stir-crazy
I want a fine perfume
I want a blue corvette
If there's a slower death than living here and now
They haven't found it yet
I need a man who knows (Got me, baby)
What I am really worth
Well, I don't give a damn about life after death
But I gotta get some proof that there's a life after birth
Tire tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we're losing
It only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts
Lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby
So many ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra
I want some satin sheets
Oh, give me some real rich food
I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side
And you'll be all my own
Well I know what I want half the time, but I know
That I don't wanna spend another minute alone
Tire tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we're losing
It only matters what we're going to find
Those food girls never know what they're missing
But us bad girls almost always do
And what we're missing most are the real good times
I want 'em bad, and I want 'em now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
I want 'em bad, and I want 'em now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Tire tracks and broken hearts
Lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby
So many ways to go fast
Tire tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we're losing
It only matters what we're going to find
This town's too small for us, baby
We gotta get out of here. Fast
I mean tomorrow
I'll meet you as soon as it gets dark
In the parking lot. 6:30
You promise?
We'll be in New Orleans for Cristmas Mornin'
This time it'd be better be for real
6:30 tomorrow night
I promise!
Another useless night
I want peroxide hair
I want some neon lights
I've got a new life waiting
I can't wait to begin it
The thing that gets me down of being young in this town
Is, there's no future in it
What happened to your face, Amos?
Nothin'
I told my dad last night that I ain't workin' in that hell-hole of a factory
And endin' up a down-beat nobody like him
And he hit you?
Ain't the first time
This town is going crazy
And I'm going crazy with it
Stir-crazy
I want a fine perfume
I want a blue corvette
If there's a slower death than living here and now
They haven't found it yet
I need a man who knows (Got me, baby)
What I am really worth
Well, I don't give a damn about life after death
But I gotta get some proof that there's a life after birth
Tire tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we're losing
It only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts
Lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby
So many ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra
I want some satin sheets
Oh, give me some real rich food
I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side
And you'll be all my own
Well I know what I want half the time, but I know
That I don't wanna spend another minute alone
Tire tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we're losing
It only matters what we're going to find
Those food girls never know what they're missing
But us bad girls almost always do
And what we're missing most are the real good times
I want 'em bad, and I want 'em now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
I want 'em bad, and I want 'em now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Tire tracks and broken hearts
Lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby
So many ways to go fast
Tire tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we're losing
It only matters what we're going to find
This town's too small for us, baby
We gotta get out of here. Fast
I mean tomorrow
I'll meet you as soon as it gets dark
In the parking lot. 6:30
You promise?
We'll be in New Orleans for Cristmas Mornin'
This time it'd be better be for real
6:30 tomorrow night
I promise!
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, Jim Steinman
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