She’s been dancing in a topless bar
And she doing well so far
She is working to earn her own dollar
‘Coz the fortune teller didn’t talk about stars

 [bad word] 
She has B&W eyes
mind full of vintage squibs
She has B&W eyes
mind full of cheering lives

She needs something
To keep her feet on the ground
‘Coz when she’s flying around
She never wants [bad word] back down
She lost her smile in ’95
When she woke up on the back seat of a studded car

(repeat [bad word] 

‘think I lost her at 24
When she started to lock herself behind the bathroom door

All along the white line
She can travel back in time
All along the white line

All along the white line
She can travel back in time
All along the white line

I’m on my way looking up today
Never mind if it could be worthing
Tuesday flies away