For a change she got out before he hurt her bad  Took her records and clothes and pictures of her boy  It really made her sad  Packed it up and didn't look back  I'm okay, let's just forget all about it  The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine  In her bag i saw things she drew when she was nine  Like this one here  Her alone, nobody near  What a shame, let's just not talk about it  No, it doesn't look like you  But you did wear cowboy boots, that's your fame  There's no question about it  Once we got back inside  With one ear to the ground  I was ready to hide  Cos I don't know who's around  And you look scared  It's our secret, do not tell, okay?  Let's just not talk about it  Don't tell, okay?  Let's just forget all about it