She looks pretty good in blue
She's worn it out a lot
You look good on paper too
When actually you're not
She's not looking anymore
For someone to feel sorry for
So don'cha 'round no more
She's got pretty fake eyelashes
Slanted plastic gla**es
Everyone who pa**es
Says she looks beautiful
But don't even think about
Asking her to dance
'Cause in your sackcloth and ashes
You're never gonna have a chance
Sackcloth and ashes...
She smeared you with her fingerprints
Just because she could
She's not sorry for her sins
As long as she looks good
How can she have so much fun
Knowing all the things she's done?
She's bad
She's strong
Or maybe she's stupid
But she's got pretty party dresses
Manic-panic tresses
She believes that less is more
Where you're concerned
But you can only dream about
The places that she's been
'Cause in your sackcloth and ashes
They're never gonna let you in
One day, maybe, you'll be way beyond
This silly habit you've put on
Tough and strong enough
And wrong, and wrong enough
For long enough
To belong there
But 'til that day comes along
You'll be sullen and regretful
Querulous and fretful
Carrying a head full
Of evil thoughts
And there'll be lots of girls and people
Who want to know where you stand
But in your sackcloth and ashes
You'll never make them understand
Sackcloth and ashes
Sackcloth and ashes
Sackcloth and ashes
They're never gonna understand