It's not black enough to see where any white is  So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans  And I remember you as heartless as a freeway  And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like Angelynes  Will you shuffle to your seat  Greasy head and naked feet  And your expensive hands are swinging all your Beverly keys  The latest color on you lips and there's a satchel at your hips  And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls  And disassembled dreams  If you don't want for them to hate you cause you beautiful  How can you want them all to love you for the same thing    You went and left you license on the car seat  Had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your name and then  He handed you a tambourine and whistled  No matter what they call you by  The meaning stays the same  And now your shotgun on the floor  Your window's just a door  Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear  Your steamers in the trunk  And it's all loaded up with junk  Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting  If you don't want for them to hate you cause your beautiful  How can you want them all to love you for the same thing