she wore her grass stains with a wounded soldier's pride
holes in her stockings and mud all tracked inside
hid in the tool shed every time she cried
she smeared the queer
made fun of the kid from germany
sticks and stones they broke her bones and they added insult to injury
didn't want to be a pretty girl anyway
her books were boring and the tv picture sucked
asked her brother where the liquor cabinet was
took his guitar out to sulk in the garage
thought the sunrise was another cheap trick from jesus
made her think that maybe she could love god
goody two shoes could have those sour grapes
left in a huff to march to her own drum
only to find that she never even had one
no one to fill her afternoons
nowhere to sing those tomboy blues
bathwater baby wasn't always such a mess
but she threw herself out with all the rest
it was a notion that was never second-guessed