Little Miss Holiday

歌詞

Four feet under the table Shoe strap stuck to an ankle Not much talk, no surprises Hollywood sympathizes girls Working girls Two working girls One's got twelve years on her Hundreds of fans and a ride from mother Other one's know fifteen years 'Bout Ninety five Johns, one brought her here Oh girls, working girls Two working girls Little miss holiday They put you in a film but you couldn't play The part of yourself okay They showed your face But no one knew your name Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin She's got television Cast herself in her own audition Lipstick and a kiss impression Hanging on the rim, something you don't mention to a girl A working girl, a real working girl If I'd of known her better I'd a wrote her name in a little letter Tied some hundred dollar bills together But sugar and spice don't stick together Like girls, working girls, two working girls Little miss holiday They put you in a film but you couldn't play The part of yourself okay They showed your face But no one knows your name