Still had that new car smell.
As you drove us straight to hell.
In your 64 Chevy Impala

You stole it from an Ed I know.
You sat there and told me so.
With your spirit dangling out the window.

Sitting in line at a taco bell.
Just one short exit from hell.
Sharing gordita's, with stories to tell.

As you ask your magic mirror,
who's the fairest one you hear,
answers a reflection of you.
Answers you don’t want to hear,
like throwing every stitch my dear
answers, a reflection of you.

you got that seven year, Itch in six months time.
I remember, church on Sundays
I remember holding hands.

Vilified for being in your thighs,
Demonized for your demon eyes.
Crocodile tears you cry way too long. My dear.
It takes a lot for me to sing.
You never even got a ring on the finger
next to the ones you love so much.

As you ask your magic mirror,
who's the fairest one you hear,
answers a reflection of you.
Answers you don’t want to hear,
like throwing every stitch my dear
answers, a reflection of you.

Dreamt I had a drink with Townes.
Asked me if you were around,
jukebox played send in the clowns and you sat down.
It only took five minutes of time,
before you turn and dropped the dimes on me
and another life time.

As you ask your magic mirror,
who's the fairest one you hear,
answers a reflection of you.
Answers you don’t want to hear,
like throwing every stitch my dear
answers, a reflection of you.

Still had that new car smell,
as you drove back from hell,
in a 64 chevy impalA