A butterfly on her lower back
Was never classy and they called her a skank
But she was
My deity
I saw her shopping at the end of the aisle
With kids that needed to be tranquilized
And it's hard
To see her now
Life's no filmstrip
Good guys don't win
And some girls are born to abuse
I'll never hold her in her favorite dress
Once, a Duckie tried so much to impress
Till she fucked
All of my friends
Life's no filmstrip
Good guys don't win
And some girls are born to abuse
Stoned, no confidence
No car, no prospects
If more and asshole than a friend
You could have been struggling
Broke and pregnant
