For a change she got out before he hurt her bad
 Took her records and clothes and pictures of her boy
 It really made her sad
 Packed it up and didn't look back
 I'm okay, let's just forget all about it
 The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine
 In her bag i saw things she drew when she was nine
 Like this one here
 Her alone, nobody near
 What a shame, let's just not talk about it
 No, it doesn't look like you
 But you did wear cowboy boots, that's your fame
 There's no question about it
 Once we got back inside
 With one ear to the ground
 I was ready to hide
 Cos I don't know who's around
 And you look scared
 It's our secret, do not tell, okay?
 Let's just not talk about it
 Don't tell, okay?
 Let's just forget all about it