All the powder and paint
That hides her sweet face
Isn't her as she really should be.
She's distant and cold
But under it all,
She's the same girl that used to love me.
All the booze-drinking men
She calls her friends
Aren't the friends she used to bring home.
She's not what she's been called
And under it all,
She's the same girl that I've always known.
She may dance too close and too long,
And do some things that seem wrong,
Or seem hard and bad.
And that's what's so sad
'Cause she's soft down under it all.
All the things that she says
And the way she may dress
Doesn't mean she's really gone bad.
She's not really at fault
And under it all,
She's really quite homesick and sad.
She's not really at fault
And under it all,
She's really quite homesick and sad.