She looks ahead
She paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild
A typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine
She'll throw a party line
Stories extreme
She's such a drama queen
(Cries through the night)
(She choked on Marlboro lites)
(Pure charm and grace)
(She hates her pretty face)
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Straw spun from gold
She craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom
She plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She takes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
She must be a Thelma or Louise
La, la, la, la, la
She must be a post-modern sleaze
La, la, la, la, la
She must be a Thelma or Louise
La, la, la, la, la
She must be a post-modern tease
