Standing on the edge of morning, scent of sex and new found glory's playing as she's pulling back her hair. She drives away, she's feeling worthless. Used again, but nothing's different. She'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care. Home by three to deafening quiet, the porch light's off, guess they forgot it. She'd cry herself to sleep but she don't dare. And she wants to be a model. She wants to hear she's beautiful.. she's beautiful.
