What a silly girl
you’ve been
going about a way of living
of stretching out and clawing on
to one more party sin
around one more party bend
Your skin is burning
from all your yearning
yes, it’s burning, girl
You’re standing tall inside a hole
you think there’s no one going to know
who won’t see the bruising
from those years of cruising
who won’t see rug burns on your soul
Your skin is burning
from all your yearning
yes, it’s burning, girl
We’ll know you’re old before your time
but not from your white hairs
and not from your smile lines
You can disguise yourself and act real cold
but you can’t get rug burns off your soul
Your skin is burning
from all your yearning
yes, it’s burning, girl
oh yes
you’re burning, girl