i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back, got a pistol for a mouth, my own mama gave me that. making my own road out of gravel and some wine, and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line. everybody's doing it so why the hell should i? everybody's doing it so why the hell should i?
i wasn't born a beauty queen but i'm okay with that, maybe radio won't mind if i sing a little flat. i wear my boots to bed, hang a cross up on the wall to save me from a shallow break who wants to take us all. eerybody's doing it so why the hell should i? everybody's doing it so why the hell should i? i'm a bad woman to keep, make me mad, i'm not here to please. paint me in a corner but my color comes back, once you go black, you never go back. i'm a black sheep.