See that woman walking through the doorway
Swinging her whole body like it's her day
'Grinin at your smile if she sees you

Like she been-there-done-that and it ain't true

Cause she's 'spendin dollars at the dime store

Ain't nobody fool enough to stop her
Yeah she spendin dollars at the dime store
'Runnin 'outta credit 'til she get more


People 'lookin at her funny but she don't care
Got some blue extensions for her red hair

Gallon of mascara for a buck five
'Savin as she's 'spendin on the good life


'Mornin is at midnight when she 'round town
@@#!-a-doodle-doo and find a new clown
Wants to take her home but she be too smart

Cause she on a mission when the beat starts

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Yeah she got her demons on the dance floor
'Doin the devil's duty to defeat her
'Stompin out her demons on the dance floor

'Kickin all her sorrows out the back door
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Dreams of French vanilla when she's in bed
Always superstitious when she wears red
Has a secret fetish for cartoon !@$^

Keeps a naked Martian in her top drawer

Yaking through the sunrise on her cell phone

Says she was a baby when she left home
Cussing like a sailor over e-mail
'Bout the man who hit her now he's in jail


Put stuff in her body that she regrets
Always 'puffin on another cigarette

'Tryin to straighten out and get her life on
Studies for a license at the salon


On the broke-and-narrow for the long haul
Only 'eatin ramen from the strip mall
Can't afford a cover but she's got friends

Every night the bouncer lets her sneak in

(Chorus)


Sorrows out the back door
Demons on the dance floor

Sorrows out the back door
Demons on the dance floor