Sackcloth and Ashes
The Mr. T Experience
Love Is Dead
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 come round no more
She’s got pretty fake eye-lashes
Slanted plastic glasses
Everyone who passes says
She looks beautiful but
Don’t even think about
Asking her to dance
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 till 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
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